Cheguei há 10 minutos do depois de jantar em casa de amigos. Noite muito divertida, estive com gente que não via há muito e que gostei de rever.
O poema em que tinha pensado para hoje era o Neutral Tones do Thomas Hardy, apenas por falar de dias de inverno. Gosto muito da terrífica terceira estrofe.

NEUTRAL TONES

We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
-They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro -
On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing….

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.