ABRUPTO

18.12.04


APRENDENDO COM EMILY DICKINSON SOBRE A TRAIÇÃO

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets


Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take

At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer's treason,
And guile is where it goes.


(Emily Dickinson)

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