"A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament."

 

...
"À défaut du pardon, laisse venir l’oubli.
Les morts dorment en paix dans le sein de la terre:
Ainsi doivent dormir nos sentiments éteints.
Ces reliques du cœur ont aussi leur poussière;
Sur leurs restes sacrés ne portons pas les mains.
Pourquoi, dans ce récit d’une vive souffrance,
Ne veux-tu voir qu’un rêve et qu’un amour trompé?
Est-ce donc sans motif qu’agit la Providence
Et crois-tu donc distrait le Dieu qui t’a frappé?
Le coup dont tu te plains t’a préservé peut-être,
Enfant; car c’est par là que ton cœur s’est ouvert.
L’homme est un apprenti, la douleur est son maître,
Et nul ne se connaît tant qu’il n’a pas souffert."
...

"If I seem to you nocturnal and imperfect
Look at me again. Because tonight
I looked at myself as if you were
looking at me.
And it was as if water
Desired

To leave your house that is the
river,
Just slipping by, not even
touching the riverbank.

I looked at you. And it has been
so long
That I understand that I am
earth. It has been so long
That I wait
For your brotherly body of water
To stretch over mine. Pastor and
naut

Look at me again. From a lesser
height.
And more attentively."

"A terceira forma de pensar que vou comentar, o pensamento transformativo, é uma forma do pensamento onírico que envolve uma alteração radical dos termos, segundo os quais a pessoa ordena a sua experiência: a pessoa transcende as categorias de significação, antes tomadas como as únicas possíveis, para organizar a própria experiência. No pensamento transformativo, o indivíduo cria novas maneiras de ordenar a experiência que geram não somente novas significações mas também novos tipos de sentimentos, novas formas de relações de objeto e novas qualidades de vida emocional e corporal. Essa mudança fundamental no modo de pensar e sentir é mais notável no trabalho com pacientes com transtornos graves, mas também pode surgir no trabalho com qualquer tipo de paciente."

"Instante"

"Vou pela ladeira da colina verdejante.
Erva, florinhas na erva,
como nas gravuras para crianças.
O céu enevoado, a ficar azul.
A vista para as outras colinas propaga-se no silêncio.

Como se por aqui não tivesse havido nenhuns câmbricos, silúricos,
rochas rosnando umas às outras,
abismos sublevados,
nenhumas noites em chamas
nem dias em baforadas de trevas.

Como se por aqui não se tivessem deslocado planícies
em febris delírios
e gélidos calafrios.

Como se somente em outro lugar se tivessem revoltado os mares
e se rompessem as orlas dos horizontes.

São nove e trinta, hora local.
Tudo no seu lugar e em impecável concórdia.
No vale, a pequena ribeira na qualidade de pequena ribeira.
A vereda sob a forma de vereda desde sempre e para sempre.
O bosque sob o pretexto de bosque por toda a eternidade, ámen.
No alto, os pássaros no papel de pássaros em voo.

Até onde a vista alcança, reina o instante.
Um desses instantes terrenos
aos quais se pede que perdurem."

"A child can experience her feelings only when there is somebody there who accepts her fully, understands her, and supports her. If that person is missing, if the child must risk losing the mother’s love or the love of her substitute in order to feel, then she will repress her emotions. (...) But they will nevertheless stay in her body, in her cells, stored up as information that can be triggered by a later event."

"After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn."