Near the end of April

Fotografia Olho de Gato

On the verge of May —

And o my heart, the woods were dusk

At the close of day.

Half a word was spoken

Out of half a dream,

And God looked in my soul and saw

A dawn rise and gleam.

Near the end of April

Twenty Mays have met,

And half a word and half a dream

Remember and forget.

William Stanley Braithwaite

Olho de Gato