(excerto)
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
T.S. Eliot
comentários (2)
Ahhh o meu poema favorito! :)
Beijinho, Ana.
Por Catarina Campos | fevereiro 14, 2007 6:16 PM
em 14/02/2007 18:16
Obrigada, Catarina; é outra das nossas afinidades electivas :)
Um bom dia para ti
Por ana r. | fevereiro 15, 2007 8:44 AM
em 15/02/2007 08:44