ABRUPTO

9.2.04


EARLY MORNING BLOGS 135

Todas as manhãs esqueço "my morning wishes", para acompanhar a pressa dos dias:

Days

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb, like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts, after his will,--
Bread, kingdoms, stars, or sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleach?d garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.


(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

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Bom dia, às primeiras luzes, que passarão também depressa.

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