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domingo, agosto 17, 2014

A Queda das Folhas

The Falling Leaves 
Margaret Postgate Cole ( 1893-1980)

Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

Do livro:" Poems from de First World War" - selected by Gaby Morgan
in association with IWM (Imperial War Museum)

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