This photograph was taken by Afonso Silva from 10th J.
This is a free task for the adventurous.
I suggest this English poem as the start for one of three possible activities:
1 . A translation into Portuguese.
2. A drawing conveying these feelings and portraying these referents.
3. A photograph with the same aim of point 2.
One Cigarette
No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
P.S. - Check with your teachers from Drawing or Photography to access the quality of your work.
I suggest this English poem as the start for one of three possible activities:
1 . A translation into Portuguese.
2. A drawing conveying these feelings and portraying these referents.
3. A photograph with the same aim of point 2.
One Cigarette
No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
P.S. - Check with your teachers from Drawing or Photography to access the quality of your work.
This is a photograph taken by Carolina Machado from 10th J.
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