Friday, May 28, 2010

A Pit-but Heaven over it-

And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,
And yet a Pit-
With Heaven over it.

To stir would be to slip-

To look would be to drop-
To dream-to sap the Prop
That holds my chances up.
Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it

The depth is all my thought-

I dare not ask my feet-
'Twould start us where we sit
So straight you'd scarce suspect
It was a Pit-with fathoms under it-
Its Circuit just the same.
Seed-summer-tomb-
Whose Doom to whom?

Emily Dickinson

Sunday, May 9, 2010

É o começo do fim...



É o começo do fim... Numa semana mudou, não uma vida inteira, mas pelo menos uma parte. Cai um silêncio que adivinha um fim... Abanei as fitas pela última vez este ano... Até para o ano...