sexta-feira, 5 de março de 2021

Scribbled in the dark

Fotografia de Vino Li

 

Sat up

Like a firecracker

In bed,


Startled

By the thought

Of my death.


*****


Hotel of Bad Dreams.


The night clerk

Deaf as a shoe brush.


*****


Body and soul

Dressed up

As shadow puppets,


Playing their farces

And tragedies

On the walls of your room.


*****


Oh, laggard snowflake

Falling and melting

On my dark windowpane,


Eternity, the voiceless,

Wants to hear you

Make a sound tonight.


*****


Softly now, the fleas are awake.

Charles Simic




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