Poética

                                                             De manhã escureço
                                                             De dia tardo
                                                             De tarde anoiteço
                                                             De noite ardo.

                                                            A oeste a morte
                                                            Contra quem vivo
                                                            Do sul cativo
                                                            O este é meu norte.

                                                           Outros que contem
                                                           Passo por passo:
                                                           Eu morro ontem

                                                           Nasço amanhã
                                                          Ando onde há espaço:
                                                       – Meu tempo é quando.

                                                                  

                                                          Vinicius de Moraes