quinta-feira, 3 de junho de 2010

For I was a gaunt, grave councillor
Being in all things wise, and very old,
But I have put aside this folly and the cold
That old age weareth for a cloak.


I do not like to remember things any more.

I like one little band of winds that blow
In the ash trees here:
For we are quite alone
Here 'mid the ash trees.
------ Ezra Pound, Umbra, p.13
[estou a ver se compartilho esta obra na íntegra com os leitores de terra-longe]

Imagem: Di Cavalcanti

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