William Carlos Williams

Complaint


by William Carlos Williams

They call me and I go.
It is a frozen road
past midnight, a dust
of snow caught
in the rigid wheeltracks.
The door opens.
I smile, enter and
shake off the cold.
Here is a great woman
on her side in the bed.
She is sick,
perhaps vomiting,
perhaps laboring
to give birth to
a tenth child. Joy! Joy!
Night is a room
darkened for lovers,
through the jalousies the sun
has sent one golden needle!
I pick the hair from her eyes
and watch her misery
with compassion.

E, para quem anda chocado com a situação do mundo hoje, com a capacidade do ser humano de tornar pior o que já está ruim, de turvar a visão daqueles que pretendem enxergar um tantinho além das comiserações cotidianas que usam para atormentar uns aos outros, cito o próprio:

"So, in detail they, the crowd,
are beautiful..."

É isto, estamos resumidos a apreciar os detalhes, as peças, já que o conjunto...