Die — You can’t do that to a cat.
Since what can a cat do
in an empty apartment?
Climb the walls?
Rub up against the furniture?
Nothing seems different here,
but nothing is the same.
Nothing has been moved,
but there’s more space.
And at nighttime no lamps are lit.
Footsteps on the staircase,
but they’re new ones.
The hand that puts fish on the saucer
has changed, too.
Something doesn’t start
at its usual time.
Something doesn’t happen
as it should. Someone was always, always here,
then suddenly disappeared
and stubbornly stays disappeared.

Wislawa Szymborska

It dropped so low—in my Regard
by Emily Dickinson

It dropped so low—in my Regard—
I heard it hit the Ground—
And go to pieces on the Stones
At bottom of my Mind—

Yet blamed the Fate that flung it—less
Than I denounced Myself,
For entertaining Plated Wares
Upon my Silver Shelf

"Oamenii castiga ceva daca ii cunosti. Castiga un plus de mister." (M.T) O zi frumoasa, Dorinuta! >:D<

Îţi doresc să ai o zi frumoasă. Nu lua în seamă vremea mohorâtă! Tu să fii veselă, alături de cei dragi.
La mulţi ani! >:D<