What if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshly gate
And pass, escaped, to thee?
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, that´s enough,
And wade in liberty?
They cannot take me any more,
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning, now, to me
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a traveling show,
Or Who died yesterday!
What if I burst the fleshly gate
And pass, escaped, to thee?
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, that´s enough,
And wade in liberty?
They cannot take me any more,
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning, now, to me
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a traveling show,
Or Who died yesterday!
Emily Dickinson in "What if I Say?"
Fotografia de José Luís Mendes ("Tomate Capucho"), reirada do sítio "1000 imagens"
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