How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom
Keeps making November difficult
Til I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little child
And perish of the cold.
[Emily Dickinson]
sexta-feira, 29 de junho de 2007
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