The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted opon Earth –
The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity –
—Emily Dickinson (via Poetry Foundation)
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Artigos da categoria “Livros e Poesia”
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One Morning
the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident,
and didn’t see me—and I thought:
so this is the world.
I’m not in it.
It is beautiful.
—Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems Volume One, Beacon Press, 1992
Enrolou os papéis relativos ao trabalho já terminado e meteu-os no tubo pneumático. Tinham passado oito minutos. Ajeitou os óculos no nariz, suspirou, e puxou para si outro maço de instruções de trabalho, com o papelinho em cima. Alisou-o com os dedos. Nele vinha escrito, numa letra grande e informe: Amo-te.
—George Orwell, 1984, Público 2002 (1949)
“What happened to your Porsche?” I asked. It was repossessed after defaulting on his car loan, he said. There was not a morsel of shame. He responded like he was telling the next play in the game. Every assumption you might have had about him was wrong. Los Angeles is full of Rogers.”
—Morgan Housel, The Psychology of Money, Harriman House, 2020
I remember (spooky) when all of a sudden someone you know very well becomes momentarily a total stranger.
—Joe Brainard, I Remember, Notting Hill Editions, 2021 (1975)