sábado, 11 de junho de 2022

“Since I have no sweet flower to send you,
I enclose my heart;
a little one, sunburnt,
half broken sometimes.”

Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Mrs. Samuel Bowles, c. December 1858.

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“My love she speaks like silence, Without ideals or violence, She doesn't have to say she's faithful, Yet she's true, like ice, ...