terça-feira, 28 de julho de 2009


Malcolm Lowry
Late of the Bowery
His prose was flowery
And often glowery
He lived, nightly, and drank, daily,
And died playing the ukulele.

Malcolm Lowry, Selected Poems of Malcolm Lowry, City Lights Books, 1962.
Prometera-o aqui, daqui a pouco há quatro anos. Nem me atrevo a traduzir.