E hoje, um poema: Early Waking de Léonie Adams
Four hooves rang out and now are still. In the dark wall the casements hold Essential day above each sill, Just light, and colored like thin gold. Behind those hooves a drowsy course All night I rode where hearts were clear, And wishes blessed at the source, And for no shape of time stop here. No more to raise that lively ghost Which ran quicksilver to the bone: By a whim’s turn the whole was lost When all its marrow worth was known. Ghosts can cast shadows in the breast, And what was present tears to weep, Not heart nor mind would bid from rest As far as sorrow’s, ten years deep. I travel, not for a ghost’s sake, One step from sleep, and not for one Left sleeping at my side I wake. Before bricks rosy with the dawn, The hooves will sound beyond the light: There are dark roads enough to go To last us through the end of night, And I will make my waking slow, It was for unconcerning light That has not fallen on earth, to stare An instant only out of night And with night’s cloudy character...