⸻ mar.

• the lion's bride, por gwen harwood ⸻ i ripped the scented veil from its unreal head and engorged the painted lips that breathed our secret names. a ghost has bones, and meat!
• a mais bela noite do mundo, por fernando namora ⸻ hoje nem o cadáver a sorrir na morgue, nem as mãos que ficaram angustiosas, arrepiadas no seu medo de findar! hoje será a mais bela noite do mundo!
• sonnets from the portuguese 43: how do i love thee? let me count the ways, por elizabeth barrett browning ⸻ i love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. i love thee with a love i seemed to lose, with my lost saints. i love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose, i shall but love thee better after death.