sexta-feira, 30 de abril de 2010

O Poema da sexta-feira

Two worlds

It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates his jargoning
For passing Calvary.
Auto-da-fe and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His separation from his rose
To him seems misery.

Emily Dickinson
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Obs: Infelizmente não encontrei uma tradução e não ouso fazer uma eu mesma.

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