quarta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2015

Meditações - olhando os ponteiros...

EIGHT O'CLOCK

Supper comes at five o'clock,
At six, the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o'clock—
But eight o'clock is far.

How could I bear my pain all day
Unless I watched to see
The clock-hands laboring to bring
Eight o'clock to me.

Sara Teasdale

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