Um
dos grandes poemas desta escritora, fazendo paralelo entre a Natureza, a Vida,
perdas e solidão.
The
wind tapped like a tired man,
And
like a host, "Come in,"
I
boldly answered; entered then
My
residence within
A
rapid, footless guest,
To
offer whom a chair
Were
as impossible as hand
A
sofa to the air.
No
bone had he to bind him,
His
speech was like the push
Of
numerous humming-birds at once
From
a superior bush.
His
countenance a billow,
His
fingers, if he pass,
Let
go a music, as of tunes
Blown
tremulous in glass.
He
visited, still flitting;
Then,
like a timid man,
Again
he tapped — 't was flurriedly —
And
I became alone.
