Amanhã

• Tomorrow
  
  
  The metaphysics of the quotidian was what he was after:
  A little dew on the sunrise grass,
  A drop of blood in the evening trees,
  a drop of fire.
  If you don’t shine you are darkness.
  The future is merciless,
  everyone’s name inscribed
  On the flyleaf of the Book of Snow.

                         Charles Wright, EUA, 1935