19.7.11

Still sat Umā

Still sat Umā though scorched by various flame Of solar fire and fires of kindled birth, Until at summer's end the waters came. Steam rose from her body as it rose from earth. With momentary pause the first drops rest Upon her lash then strike her nether lip, Fracture upon the highland of her breast, Across the ladder of her waist then trip And slowly at her navel come to rest.

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  1. este brrr (q já não sou ou ainda serei) não resiste e ressuscita para cumprimentar vexa pela ressurreição (passageira q seja - tudo o é) do gv e pela seleção de belíssimos poemas como este e aquele ali abaixo q começa 'look well to this day' e me faz lembrar, imagine-se, coisas q a velha pensa e tenta dizer sem disso ser capaz, coitada.
    brrr

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