Arquivo da tag: poesia americana

Mes chers amis: Que o vosso fim-de-semana seja de bom repouso e alegrias em família. A Spider sewed at Night Without a Light Upon an Arc of White. If Ruff it was of Dame Or Shroud of Gnome Himself himself … Continue lendo →

Pain…(650) Pain – has an Element of Blank – It cannot recollect When it begun – or if there were A time when it was not – It has no Future – but itself – Its Infinite contain Its Past … Continue lendo →

Hoje cedo postei este 32º. poema de Emily, sem lembrar-me que esse havia sido o 2º. da série (em 2008). Portanto, meus 3 leitores ganham mais um poema do mesmo volume – ver Fonte (1 e 2*) – que espero … Continue lendo →

I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I Till His best step approaching We journey to the Day And tell each other how We … Continue lendo →

Remebrance has a Rear and Front ´Tis something like a House – It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse Besides the deepest Cellar – That ever Mason laid – Look to it by its Fathoms Ourselves be … Continue lendo →