sexta-feira, julho 25, 2008

"i held a jewel in my fingers
and went to sleep.
the day was warm, and 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."
the lost jewel - emiliy dickinson, selected poems - pág. 04.