"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
Sonnets from the Portuguese, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new"
i like my body when it is with your
e.e. cummings
Nervosa. Espero que eles gostem.
2 comentários:
Prefiro as linhas de E.E. Cummings...
E juro que não estou a ser depravado, escolhendo-as apenas pela traquinice relacionada com o apelido do senhor Edward Estlin... ;)
Beijo...
Gosto bastante de Cummings ;), mas tinha de juntar algo um pouco mais romântico.
Beijos...
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