My starAll, that I knowOf a certain starIs, it can throw(Like the angled spar)Now a dart of red,Now a dart of blueTill my friends have saidThey would fain see, too,My star that dartles the red and the blue!Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.What matter to me if their star is a world?Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it. Robert Browning
Não sabia que Saturno tinha ocupado o espaço da Lua nas imagens dos poetas!!!
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