sábado, 26 de maio de 2018

Hazel Hall

Photo: Richard Avedon

She walks with a gravely conscious tread,
As though she carries above her head
A banner whose flaming inscription runs
In charactery dazzling as the sun's.
And little old winds, like little brown elves,
Run at her side and talk to themselves.

If you look deep as she carries it by
You will see the red inscription's cry:
There is earth below, there is sky above,
And life is music and laughter and love.
You will see the winds, like little brown elves,
Wink at each other and talk to themselves.

Hazel Hall 

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