Um poema para o ano em fim

Or falling leaf,

Which ought I to imitate

In my dancing?

And if she were to admit
The world weaved by her feet
Is leafless, is incomplete?
And if she abandoned it,
Broke the pivoted dance,
Set loose de audience?
Then would the moon go raving,
The moon, the anchorless
Moon go swerving
Down at the earth for a catastrophic kiss.»

The Dancer, Philip Larkin


Blogger Menina Limão said...

lindo. um beijo no heart.

2:25 AM  

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