Outono em Amherst/ Fall in Amherst

As cores de outono enfeitando as ruas.

Autumn colors embroidering the streets

Tu és a folha de outono voante pelo jardim. Deixo-te a minha saudade – a melhor parte de mim. Certa de que tudo é vão. Que tudo é menos que o vento, menos que as folhas do chão… Cecília Meireles October BY ROBERT FROST O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away. Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst. Slow, slow! For the grapes’ sake, if they were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost— For the grapes’ sake along the wall.