segunda-feira, 28 de agosto de 2017

Geoffrey Hill - Love


Even now, I tell myself, there is a language   
to which I might speak and which 
would rightly hear me; 
responding with eloquence; in its turn,   
negotiating sense without insult 
given or injury taken. 
Familiar to those who already know it   
elsewhere as justice, 
it is met also in the form of silence. 

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