Uma Poesia por dia, nem sabe o bem que lhe faria - Richard Aldington

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"Goodbye!" - Richard Aldington :

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"Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth

And feel her strength through all your veins;
Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth,
Which laughs away imagined pains;
Touch her life's womb, yet know
This substance makes your grave also.

Shrink not; your flesh is no more sweet
Than flowers which daily blow and die;
Nor are your mein and dress so neat,
Nor half so pure your lucid eye;
And, yet, by flowers and earth I swear
You're neat and pure and sweet and fair."

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(retirado, com a devida vénia, do blog "*Pote de Poesias")