13 de outubro de 2009


Then the golden hour
Will tick its last
And the flame will go down in the flower.
A briefer length of moon
Will mark the sea-line and the yellow dune.
Then we may think of this, yet
There will be something forgotten
And something we should forget.
It will be like all things we know:
A stone will fail; a rose is sure to go.
It will be quiet then and we may stay long at the picket gate
But there will be less to say.

Arna Bontemps

1 comentário:

Henrique Dória disse...

Ainda há coisas para dizer. Visita o odisseus e lê e comenta