De um caderno de rascunhos

Headless Muse,
Don´t try to turn away,
The window that you bravely
Opened. Seek to this morrow,
And like a meadow
You spread all over the barrow
Lowly stayied.
Ask me how pretend,
And I´ll be starving what you can´t.
Stay indoors, little sister.
Some other sights, some other lights.
Engine of the Mule, so tight
Uprising the mount, esquire
Of the State, excuse of the
Timeless noise. Rose with no thorn,
Cloud with no soar; scent with no flower;
Rise with no born, sigh with no tea,
Emaus, don´t bring the your parents.