Adorerai-je aussi ta neige et vos frimas,
Et saurai-je tirer de l'implacable hiver
Des plaisirs plus aigus que la glace et le fer?

Ciel brouillé, Les fleurs du mal, Charles Baudelaire

sábado, 25 de febrero de 2012

Correspondencia (Carbasus)

Aha, so you´re restored in Arctic confidence! Respondo a la plegaria atendida... 
 
A Wind that rose
Though not a leaf
In any forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
Beyond the Realm of Bird -
A Wind that woke a lone Delight
Like Separation's Swell
Restored in Artic Confidence
To the Invisible -
 
Emily Dickinson
 

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