Nosso Olhar lembra William Blake, em seu ode ao inverno:
|Um dia frio em Pompéia|
A cold day in Pompeii
Summer time with 38C no one deserves. Much better a cold day (not freezing, I might say:) )
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.