terça-feira, novembro 23, 2010

I read my sentence steadily - Emily Dickinson

I read my sentence steadily,

Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause, –

The date, and manner of the shame;
And then the pious form
That God have mercy on the soul
The jury voted him.

I made my soul familiar
With her extremity,
That at the last it should not be
A novel agony,

But she and Death, acquainted,
Meet tranquilly as friends,
Salute and pass without a hint –
And there the matter ends.

FONTE: Poem of the Day

FOTO: Alma Negra

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