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terça-feira, dezembro 23:

GEORGE MEREDITH, SEMPRE:

It ended, and the morrow brought the task.

Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in

By shutting all too zealous for their sin:

Each sucked a secret, and each wore a mask.

( Modern Love, 1862)

 

posted by FNV on 7:09 da tarde #

Comments:

IN THE scented bud of the morning—O,
When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow,
In the field where the daisies are.

We did not laugh and we did not speak
As we wandered happily to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek,
In the bud of the morning—O.

A lark sang up from the breezy land,
A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
And she and I went hand in hand
In the field where the daisies are.

Padraic Colum

Continuação de Boas Festas

# posted by  Fernando Antolin : 10:51 da tarde

 

Obrigado, caro co-editor:)))

# posted by  FNV : 11:48 da tarde

 

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