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08:11 (JPP)

EARLY MORNING BLOGS 132 / WHAT IF A DAWN OF A DOOM OF A DREAM

Não sei se é possível escrever melhor, cada palavra no sítio perfeito, numa certeza de que há beleza na terra (não sei bem para que olhos) e é possível tudo, ou quase nada, "a much of a which of a wind". É por este lado e por mais nenhum.

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of things
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death towas)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live.

(e.e.cummings)

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Bom dia!