{"id":359,"date":"2009-05-07T09:02:40","date_gmt":"2009-05-07T12:02:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gladircabral.com.br\/?p=282"},"modified":"2009-05-07T09:02:40","modified_gmt":"2009-05-07T12:02:40","slug":"george-herbert-e-as-abelhas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/2009\/05\/07\/george-herbert-e-as-abelhas\/","title":{"rendered":"george herbert e as abelhas"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sou professor de Literatura Inglesa e tenho muito carinho pelos poetas metaf\u00edsicos. Entre eles, h\u00e1 um que me comove sempre: George Herbert. Foi com surpresa que encontrei, ao ler o livro Jesus e a Terra<\/em>, de James Jones, este pequeno poema:<\/p>\n

“As abelhas trabalham para o homem; e ainda assim elas nunca ferem a flor do seu patr\u00e3o, mas deixam-na, ap\u00f3s terminar, t\u00e3o formosa como sempre, t\u00e3o vi\u00e7osa como antes; E assim tanto a flor sobrevive como o mel escorre” (George Herbert).<\/p>\n

\"jesus<\/a><\/p>\n

Para os que leem ingl\u00eas, segue o original completo do poema “Providence”. Vale a pena. Qualquer hora eu traduzo:<\/p>\n

O Sacred Providence, who from end to end\nStrongly and sweetly movest! shall I write,\nAnd not of thee, through whom my fingers bend\nTo hold my quill? shall they not do thee right?\n\nOf all the creatures both in sea and land\nOnely to Man thou hast made known thy wayes,\nAnd put the penne alone into his hand, \nAnd made him Secretarie of thy praise.\n\nBeasts fain would sing; birds dittie to their notes;\nTrees would be tuning on their native lute\nTo thy renown: but all their hands and throats\nAre brought to Man, while they are lame and mute.\n\nMan is the worlds high Priest: he doth present\nThe sacrifice for all; while they below\nUnto the service mutter an assent,\nSuch as springs use that fall, and windes that blow.\n\nHe that to praise and laud thee doth refrain,\nDoth not refrain unto himself alone,\nBut robs a thousand who would praise thee fain,\nAnd doth commit a world of sinne in one.\n\nThe beasts say, Eat me: but, if beasts must teach,\nThe tongue is yours to eat, but mine to praise.\nThe trees say, Pull me: but the hand you stretch,\nIs mine to write, as it is yours to raise.\n\nWherefore, most sacred Spirit, I here present\nFor me and all my fellows praise to thee:\nAnd just it is that I should pay the rent,\nBecause the benefit accrues to me.\n\nWe all acknowledge both thy power and love\nTo be exact, transcendent, and divine;\nWho dost so strongly and so sweetly move,\nWhile all things have their will, yet none but thine.\n\nFor either thy command, or thy permission\nLay hands on all: they are thy right and left.\nThe first puts on with speed and expedition;\nThe other curbs sinnes stealing pace and theft.\n\nNothing escapes them both; all must appeare,\nAnd be dispos'd, and dress'd, and tun'd by thee,\nWho sweetly temper'st all. If we could heare\nThy skill and art, what musick would it be!\n\nThou art in small things great, not small in any:\nThy even praise can neither rise, nor fall.\nThou art in all things one, in each thing many:\nFor thou art infinite in one and all.\n\nTempests are calm to thee; they know thy hand,\nAnd hold it fast, as children do their fathers,\nWhich crie and follow. Thou hast made poore sand\nCheck the proud sea, ev'n when it swells and gathers.\n\nThy cupboard serves the world: the meat is set,\nWhere all may reach: no beast but knows his feed.\nBirds teach us hawking; fishes have their net:\nThe great prey on the lesse, they on some weed.\n\nNothing ingendred doth prevent his meat:\nFlies have their table spread, ere they appeare.\nSome creatures have in winter what to eat;\nOthers do sleep, and envie not their cheer.\n\nHow finely dost thou times and seasons spin.\nAnd make a twist checker'd with night and day!\nWhich as it lengthens windes, and windes us in,\nAs bouls go on, but turning all the way.\n\nEach creature hath a wisdome for his good.\nThe pigeons feed their tender off-spring, crying,\nWhen they are callow; but withdraw their food\nWhen they are fledge, that need may teach them flying.\n\nBees work for man; and yet they never bruise\nTheir masters flower, but leave it, having done,\nAs fair as ever, and as fit to use;\nSo both the flower doth stay, and hony run.\n\nSheep eat the grasse, and dung the ground for more:\nTrees after bearing drop their leaves for soil:\nSprings vent their streams, and by expense get store:\nClouds cool by heat, and baths by cooling boil.\n\nWho hath the vertue to expresse the rare\nAnd curious vertues both of herbs and stones?\nIs there a herb for that? O that thy care\nWould show a root, that gives expressions!\n\nAnd if an herb hath power, what have the starres?\nA rose, besides his beautie, is a cure.\nDoubtlesse our plagues and plentie, peace and warres\nAre there much surer then our art is sure.\n\nThou hast hid metals: man may take them thence;\nBut at his peril: when he digs the place,\nHe makes a grave; as if the thing had sense,\nAnd threatned man, that he should fill the space.\n\nEv'n poysons praise thee. Should a thing be lost?\nShould creatures want for want of heed their due?\nSince where are poysons, antidots are most:\nThe help stands close, and keeps the fear in view.\n\nThe sea, which seems to stop the traveller,\nIs by a ship the speedier passage made.\nThe windes, who think they rule the mariner,\nAre rul'd by him, and taught to serve his trade.\n\nAnd as thy house is full, so I adore\nThy curious art in marshalling thy goods.\nThe hills and health abound; the vales with store;\nThe South with marble; North with furres & woods.\n\nHard things are glorious; easie things good cheap.\nThe common all men have; that which is rare,\nMen therefore seek to have, and care to keep.\nThe healthy frosts with summer-fruits compare.\n\nLight without winde is glasse: warm without weight\nIs wooll and furres: cool without closenesse, shade:\nSpeed without pains, a horse: tall without height,\nA servile hawk: low without losse, a spade.\n\nAll countreys have enough to serve their need:\nIf they seek fine things, thou dost make them run\nFor their offence; and then dost turn their speed\nTo be commerce and trade from sunne to sunne.\n\nNothing wears clothes, but Man; nothing doth need\nBut he to wear them. Nothing useth fire,\nBut Man alone, to show his heav'nly breed:\nAnd onely he hath fuell in desire.\n\nWhen th'earth was dry, thou mad'st a sea of wet:\nWhen that lay gather'd, thou didst broach the mountains:\nWhen yet some places could no moisture get,\nThe windes grew gard'ners, and the clouds good fountains.\n\nRain, do not hurt my flowers; but gently spend\nYour hony drops: presse not to smell them here:\nWhen they are ripe, their odour will ascend,\nAnd at your lodging with their thanks appeare.\n\nHow harsh are thorns to pears! and yet they make\nA better hedge, and need lesse reparation.\nHow smooth are silks compared with a stake,\nOr with a stone! yet make no good foundation.\n\nSometimes thou dost divide thy gifts to man,\nSometimes unite. The Indian nut alone\nIs clothing, meat and trencher, drink and kan,\nBoat, cable, sail and needle, all in one.\n\nMost herbs that grow in brooks, are hot and dry.\nCold fruits warm kernells help against the winde.\nThe lemmons juice and rinde cure mutually.\nThe whey of milk doth loose, the milk doth binde.\n\nThy creatures leap not, but expresse a feast,\nWhere all the guests sit close, and nothing wants.\nFrogs marry fish and flesh; bats, bird and beast;\nSponges, non-sense and sense; mines, th'earth & plants.\n\nTo show thou art not bound, as if thy lot\nWere worse then ours; sometimes thou shiftest hands.\nMost things move th'under-jaw; the Crocodile not.\nMost things sleep lying; th\u2019 Elephant leans or stands.\n\nBut who hath praise enough? nay who hath any?\nNone can expresse thy works, but he that knows them:\nAnd none can know thy works, which are so many,\nAnd so complete, but onely he that owes them.\n\nAll things that are, though they have sev'rall wayes,\nYet in their being joyn with one advise\nTo honour thee: and so I give thee praise\nIn all my other hymnes, but in this twice.\n\nEach thing that is, although in use and name \nIt go for one, hath many wayes in store\nTo honour thee; and so each hymne thy fame\nExtolleth many wayes, yet this one more.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sou professor de Literatura Inglesa e tenho muito carinho pelos poetas metaf\u00edsicos. Entre eles, h\u00e1 um que me comove sempre: George Herbert. Foi com surpresa que encontrei, ao ler o livro Jesus e a Terra, de James Jones, este pequeno poema: “As abelhas trabalham para o homem; e ainda assim elas nunca ferem a flor […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":35,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12751],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-359","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-george-herbert"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/35"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=359"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}