terça-feira, 24 de maio de 2011

C de Carrosséis (XII)

who are you, little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window; at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling: that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

Poema e desenho de E. E. Cummings
in Selected Poems (Liveright)

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