"The end of art is peace
Could be the motto of this frail device
That I have pinned up on our deal dresser -
Like a drawn snare
Slipped lately by the spirit of the corn
Yet burnished by its passage, and still warm."
Seamus Heaney, Antologia Poética, selec. e trad. Vasco Graça Moura, Porto: Campo das Letras, 1998, p. 71.
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