A arte de perder – Elizabeth Bishop e Bruno Barreto

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.brasildefato.com.br/colunista/paulo-nogueira-batista-jr/2026/05/15/a-arte-de-perder-elizabeth-bishop-e-bruno-barreto/

A arte de perder – em  Elizabeth Bishop e Bruno Barreto

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A cold spring:
the violet was flawed on the lawn.
For two weeks or more the trees hesitated;
the little leaves waited,
carefully indicating their characteristics.
Finally a grave green dust
settled over your big and aimless hills.
One day, in a chill white blast of sunshine,
on the side of one a calf was born.
The mother stopped lowing
and took a long time eating the after-birth,
a wretched flag,
but the calf got up promptly
and seemed inclined to feel gay.

-- Excerpt from Elizabeth Bishop, "A Cold Spring"

Full poem available here: https://www.ronnowpoetry.com/contents/bishope/ColdSpring.html

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POMPAS DE PAPEL 2026/04/25

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As we lie down to sleep the world turns half away
through ninety dark degrees;
the bureau lies on the wall
and thoughts that were recumbent in the day
rise as the others fall,
stand up and make a forest of thick-set trees.

The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do
so many a dangerous thing,
are chugging at its edge
all camouflaged, and ready to go through
the swiftest streams, or up a ledge
of crumbling shale, while plates and trappings ring.

-- Elizabeth Bishop, "Sleeping Standing Up"

(Remainder of poem in next toot)

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How to Be a Lichen: Adaptive Strategies for the Vulnerabilities of Being Human from Nature’s Tiny Titans of Tenacity

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.themarginalian.org/2026/03/16/lichen/