SAUDADE DO PASSADO E SAUDADES DO FUTURO
The Summer that we did not prize,
Her treasures were so easy
Instructs us by departing now
And recognition lazy —
Her treasures were so easy
Instructs us by departing now
And recognition lazy —
Bestirs itself — puts on its Coat
And scans with fatal promptness
For Trains that moment out of sight,
Uncouscious of his smartness.
And scans with fatal promptness
For Trains that moment out of sight,
Uncouscious of his smartness.
EMILY DICKINSON
(1830 — 1886)
(1830 — 1886)
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