quarta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2014

O Inverno

Charles Tunnicliffe, Geese and hoar-frost (Newport Museum and Art Gallery - Link)

The days are short
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor
And parkas pile up
Near the door.
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees' black lace
The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day. 
John Updike (Link)

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