segunda-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2008

This ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling...

As if a poem unhappy or excited:

I dreamt last night
So much foam
Could I not see
What else would be

Would it be
Kindly hate
Unexpected fate
or "I love thee"

Expressions of feelings
can be a difficult task
Forever we have been trying
and ever we do last

Showed me then
with black wings and devilish glow
Brought me back my will
The will of nothing left to know

In this way I woke
All sweat and feeling broke
Together with myself
Alone with everybody