sábado, fevereiro 06, 2010

No time No Time

O que é aliás muito, mas mesmo mesmo muito, bom sinal!

Só chega para copipaistes destes (assim bons):

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part One: Life

SUCCESS is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.

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