Poemas

Stones in my tummy

Ponle nota a este poema:

I asked her if she believed in love, she replied 'it's my favorite suicide'

Thou would draw our intimate words with sunbeam ink and bough paint brush on the yard,

By reeds in rank here rests a rodent king;

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:

Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws

When I consider everything that grows