Dickinson - I Died for Beauty (poema 449)

449 (Numeração de Johnson) - Emily Dickinson

I died for Beauty — but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining room —

He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty", I replied —
"And I — for Truth — Themself are One —
We Brethren, are", He said —

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night —
We talked between the Rooms —
Until the Moss had reached our lips —
And covered up — our names —

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449 (Numeração de Johnson) - Emily Dickinson

Morri pela Beleza — e nem
Me acomodei na Tumba
Quando Outro, morto por verdade
Em outra sala ficou —

Perguntou-me “Por que partiste”?
“Por Beleza”, eu lhe disse —
“E eu — por Verdade — dá no Mesmo —
Somos Irmãos”, me disse —

Então, pela noite — conversamos
Nós, entre os salões —
Até o limo nos encontrar —
E cobrir — nossos nomes —

Trad: Raphael Soares