tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82743749919932877.post6602863782665608543..comments2023-12-20T04:30:52.330+01:00Comments on Petit Palais du Vocabulaire: Anne Sexton. Sólo una vezuna chica de ojos marroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13743107801808476662noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82743749919932877.post-6198036215655113312012-07-27T11:36:38.665+02:002012-07-27T11:36:38.665+02:00JUST ONCE
Just once I knew what life was for.
In ...JUST ONCE<br /><br />Just once I knew what life was for.<br />In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;<br />walked there along the Charles River,<br />watched the lights copying themselves,<br />all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening<br />their mouths as wide as opera singers;<br />counted the stars, my little campaigners,<br />my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love<br />on the night green side of it and cried<br />my heart to the eastbound cars and cried<br />my heart to the westbound cars and took<br />my truth across a small humped bridge<br />and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home<br />and hoarded these constants into morning<br />only to find them gone.en versión original...noreply@blogger.com