"Espelho da minh'alma... Diz-me!", do poema de Edmund Burke, ouvindo a voz de Enya - "Fairytale"

Edward Burne-Jones, Nymph of stars

Quando fiz anos uma grande amiga mandou-me um poema do poeta irlandês, Edmund Burke. Dizia-me: "leia atá ao fim...porque é uma poesia optimista!"

Uma Utopia?

Li e gostei muito de Edmundo Burke. Quis que o conhecessem!

Burne-Jones, Psyche

Burne-Jones, pintado por Stillman

The Mirror

I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
A strange looking person
That cannot be me.

For I am much younger
And not nearly so fat
As that face in the mirror
I am looking at.

Oh, where are the mirrors
That I used to know
Like the ones which were
Made thirty years ago?

Now all things have changed
And I'm sure you'll agree
Mirrors are not as good
As they used to be.

So never be concerned,
If wrinkles appear
For one thing I've learned
Which is very clear,

Should your complexion
Be less than perfection,
It is really the mirror

That needs correction."

Será?