sexta-feira, 13 de novembro de 2009

O Poema da sexta-feira

As Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach,
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body.

(Walt Whitman 1819-1892)

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