"Tree at my window"
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
Robert Frost, West Running Brook (1928)
A Robert Frost Exhibit
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2 comentários :
Isto é para dizer que as palavras enchem um coração, as imagens enchem um espírito, de tons felizes. Onde bebo, todos os dias, um pouco de sorriso, um pouco de conhecimento ("um pouco mais de azul...")Obg
às vezes temos de tomar a "road not taken" para conseguir ver coisas que nem suspeitávamos...Obrigado por fazerem isso todos os dias.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I?
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
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