The Look
Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in
the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never
kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s
lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me
night and day.
O olhar
Stélio me beijou na primavera,
Roberto na queda,
Mas, só Célio olhou para mim
E nunca nem me beijou.
O
beijo de Stélio foi perdido no gracejo,
O de Roberto se perdeu no jogo,
Mas,
o beijo dos olhos de Célio
Me persegue noite e dia.
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