Quando eu voltei a me encantar com a poesia, tropecei com esta..
julho 5, 2009
Mythology (Andrew Motion)
Earth’s axle creaks; the year jolts on; the trees
begin to slip their brittle leaves, their flakes of rust;
and darkness takes the edge off daylight, not
because it wants to – never that. Because it must.
And you? Your life was not your own- to keep
or lose. Beside the river, swerving underground,
the future tracked you, snapping at your heels:
Diana, breathless, hunted by your own quick hounds