TRICÔ PARA O FRIO DE INVERNO E SNOW MAN, DE WALLACE STEVENS
Autor: isabella vieira de bem | Publicado: 2012-06-10T14:22:00-07:00

Sempre que chega o frio de inverno eu lembro deste poema:





SNOW MAN - Wallace stevens.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; BONECO DE NEVE - Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; É preciso ter uma mente de inverno
To regard the frost and the boughs&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Para considerar os  ramos&nbsp;e a geada 
Of 
the pine-trees crusted with snow; 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dos pinheiros com a neve&nbsp;incrustrada;
And have been cold a long time&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; E ter sentido frio bastante tempo
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Para contemplar os&nbsp;zimbros cobertos&nbsp;com gelo,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Os abetos&nbsp;ásperos 
no distante cintilar 
Of the January sun; and not to think&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Do sol de janeiro; e não pensar
Of any misery in the sound of the 
wind,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Em miséria alguma no som do vento,
In the sound of a few leaves, 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No som de uma folhagem rala,
Which is the sound of the land&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Que é o som que a terra fala,
Full of the same wind&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cheia do mesmo vento
That is blowing 
in the same bare place 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Que está soprando no mesmo lugar descoberto
For the listener, who listens in the snow,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Para quem escuta, e escuta na neve
And, nothing himself, beholds 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; E,&nbsp; ele mesmo nada, vê
Nothing that is not there&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nada que não está lá
&nbsp; and the nothing that is. 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; e o nada que está. 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; (Trad. IVBEM)

Lembro de ter passado frio poucas vezes, e por isso dou graças&nbsp;a Deus. Uma vez foi indo a&nbsp;Bagé de carona com meu tio Antônio Luís numas férias de julho - acho que em 1972 - de mini&nbsp; saia e sem casacão.&nbsp;Eu aproveitara a carona para passar a tarde com minha prima Dulce Maria que morava lá. Quando saí do carro fiquei roxa, e meu tio me fez tomar um chocolate quente para me esquentar até recuperar a circulação.&nbsp; 

Outra vez foi em Santa Maria, quando fazia Zootecnia na UFSM, e precisei ir ao médico por causa de uma gripe que me fez faltar prova. Enquanto subia a Bozano, a planta do pé doía a cada passo de tão congelada, e eu estava de bota, meias, pala e manta e toca de lã. 

Mas &nbsp;o poema fala de como a gente encara, racionaliza, a partir das sensações, a experiência do inverno da terra, na terra. E aí tenho uma memória que, se pudesse, apagaria, mas que tem a ver com a racionalização e seus limites. 

Uma noite em&nbsp;&nbsp;São Leopoldo, nos anos 90, jantando numa pizzaria com filhos -ainda pequenos - amigos e parentes,&nbsp;caía o mundo e encostou do lado de fora uma ambulância. Ouvimos e assistimos - como na poesia &nbsp;- a notícia de que ali na escada do restaurante morrera - de frio - um indigente. Difícil de contar, de lembrar, e pior ainda, de &nbsp;prover uma interpretação humana, honesta, e não tão crua para as crianças. 

Diante&nbsp; do nada, o melhor a fazer é contemplar a pura existência do nada. 

Das imagens que o poema &nbsp;me suscita, ficam os&nbsp; inúmeros blusões, tocas, mantas e gorros&nbsp;coloridos que teci para meus filhos, sobrinhos, sobrinhas, afilhados e afilhadas,&nbsp; muitos a partir das revistas Burda,&nbsp;os quais seguem nas receitas como ideias para&nbsp;animar&nbsp;e encher de vida os 
nossos invernos em família.

A receita do gorrinho snowman: &nbsp;http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/snowman-hat-3



Esse clássico em jacquard acima: http://petitepurls.com/Winter09/winter2009_pryuuko.html



Um "ivanhoé" indispensável para esse friozão: http://web.archive.org/web/20071219174941/www.knitlist.com/99gift/toddler-helmet.htm




E que tal essas luvinhas? http://needlesnotesandnews.blogspot.com.br/2008/07/snowman-mittens-pattern.html