Emily Dickinson poderia estar mais só sem a sua solidão, tão acostumada que estava com o seu destino. E o pior, não estava acostumada com a esperança.

It might be lonelier

It might be lonelier
Without the loneliness
I'm so accustomed to my Fate
Perhaps the Other - Peace

Would interrupt the Dark
And crowd the little Room
Too scant - by Cubits - to contain
The Sacramente - of Him -

I am not used to Hope
It might intrude upon
Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place -
Ordained to Suffering

It might be easier
To fail - with Land in Sight -
Than gain - My Blue Peninsula -
To perish - of Delight -

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)

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