Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Only until this cigarette is ended

Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The color and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.

Edna St. Vincent Millay


M.P. said...
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M.P. said...

repeating it all with the DAMNED typos corrected:
Until this cigarette is ended there will be a glare of it all... recollecting bygone happy moments which were transformed into ashes... Like this cigarette when it is ended!
Indeed very melancholic but illustrated with a good photo that made me comment not tomorrow but still today!
Good night!

Anonymous said...

Não é surpresa para mim reconhecer em ti tanta criatividade e poesia.
Que bom poder recrear momentos de beleza,qd mts vezes precisamos só de olhar..
um abraço do tamanho do mundo.