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segunda-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2014

Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard





STUFF of the moon
Runs on the lapping sand
Out to the longest shadows.
Under the curving willows,
And round the creep of the wave line,         5
Fluxions of yellow and dusk on the waters
Make a wide dreaming pansy of an old pond in the night.

Carl Sanburg