Wednesday, January 09, 2008

An Acre of Grass

Meghan Colson (rockmenow58 em flickr)
Picture and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercice,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nohing stirs but a mouse.
My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end
Neither loose imagination,
Nor the mill of the mind
Cosuming its rag and bone,
Can make he truth known.
w.b. yeats
selected poetry
(porque a poesia se quer selecta)