Pense num cara curioso, me deixou curiosa, ele esta aproveitando a vida ^^

o poema:


the hours rise up putting off stars and it is dawn
into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems

on earth a candle is
extinguished
the city
wakes
with a song upon her
mouth having death in her eyes

and it is dawn
the world
goes forth to murder dreams...

i see in the street where strong
men are digging bread
and i see the brutal faces of
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy

and it is day.

in the mirror
i see a frail
man
dreaming
dreams
dreams in the mirror

and it
is dusk
on earth

a candle is lighted
and it is dark.
the people are in their houses
the frail man is in his bed
the city

sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend
putting on stars...

in the street of the sky nigh walks scattering poems


e.e. cummings (1894 - 1962)

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