Traição Da primavera, que parecia azul e brilhante há uma semana, e agora se evaporou, cobrindo os dias de cinzento, frio e chuva, como um inverno ainda mais inoportuno porque já devia estar distante. Volúvel, caprichoso, o tempo. E sem remédio. City Trees The trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes. And people standing in their shade Out of a shower, undoubtedly Would hear such music as is made Upon a country tree. Oh, little leaves that are so dumb Against the shrieking city air, I watch you when the wind has come, - I know what sound is there. Edna St. Vincent Millay --------