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Poemas favoritos XVII
Favorite poems XVII
Meio-dia
Maria Rita Kehl
tem dias que eu faço varais só brancos
inteirinhos brancos
só de fraldas e camisas e lençóis e céu
fico vendo voar
minhas pombas de pano.
Meu coração se pudesse tremia
na aflição de querer ser assim
como eu sei
e tem dias que eu cozinho
em fogo lento
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Sonnet - Reality SeriesE. E. Cummings
when thou hast taken thy last applause, and when
the final curtain strikes the world away,
leaving to shadowy silence and dismay
that stage which shall not know thy smile again,
lingering a little while i see thee then
ponder the tinsel part they let thee play;
i see the large lips livid, the face grey,
and silent smileless eyes of Magdalen.
The lights have laughed their last; without, the street
darkling awaiteth her whose feet have trod
the silly souls of men to golden dust:
she pauses on the lintel of defeat,
her heart breaks in a smile - and she is Lust. ...
mine also, little painted poem of god
