Poema ao Acaso

fonte: Internet 

Sabe aquele poema que você leu em um momento da sua vida e ele te impactou? Então, foi isso que esse poema fez. Num livro que li quando tinha 12 anos foi onde o li pela primeira vez, na época apenas alguns versos traduzidos... mas a essência, a rima e lírica no idioma original (Inglês) em traduções acaba se perdendo. 

Twice

Christina Rossetti

I took my heart in my hand

        (O my love, O my love),

I said: Let me fall or stand,

         Let me live or die,

But this once hear me speak

         (O my love, O my love);

Yet a woman's words are weak:

         You should speak, not I.

You took my heart in your hand

         With a friendly smile,

With a critical eye you scanned,

         Then set it down,

And said: It is still unripe,

         Better wait awhile;

Wait while the skylarks pipe,

         Till the corn grows brown.

As you set it down it broke,--

         Broke, but I did not wince;

I smiled at the speech you spoke,

         At your judgment that I heard:

But I have not often smiled

         Since then, nor questioned since,

Nor cared for corn-flowers wild,

         Nor sung with the singing bird.

I take my heart in my hand,

         O my God, O my God,

My broken heart in my hand:

         Thou hast seen, judge Thou.

My hope was written on sand,

         O my God, O my God;

Now let Thy judgment stand,--

         Yea, judge me now.

This contemned of a man,

         This marred one heedless day,

This heart take Thou to scan

         Both within and without:

Refine with fire its gold,

         Purge Thou its dross away,--

Yea, hold it in Thy hold,

         Whence none can pluck it out.

I take my heart in my hand,--

         I shall not die, but live,--

Before Thy face I stand;

         I, for Thou callest such:

All that I have I bring,

         All that I am I give,

Smile Thou and I shall sing,

         But shall not question much