quarta-feira, maio 03, 2006

" i held a jewel in my fingers
and went to sleep.
the day was warm. and the winds were prosy:
i said: " t will keep".

i woke and chid my honest fingers.--
the gem was gone.
and now an amethyst remembrance
is all i own."

( complete poems - part three: love - XXXIII -
emily dickinson ).