quinta-feira, 2 de abril de 2020

The Self

The poem
is a discipline
What you need
to sober you
is what you have
 
Your children 
Let them
children
teach you
 
the peach flower
the grape
globular locks
curling pathetically about
the temples
their eyes
their rosy cheeks
the poem laid crudely
delicately
before you.


Obrigado, William Carlos Williams

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