tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706798029381.post6535577359307515404..comments2023-11-30T00:30:37.161-08:00Comments on CIUDADANOS DE R'LYEH: SARA TEASDALEPAYMONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10798568917820637457noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706798029381.post-79869288314573942432011-06-29T08:05:54.625-07:002011-06-29T08:05:54.625-07:00:):)PAYMONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10798568917820637457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706798029381.post-13732649469629585692011-06-29T05:20:37.883-07:002011-06-29T05:20:37.883-07:00No lo recuerdo. El libro de Bradbury es una lectur...No lo recuerdo. El libro de Bradbury es una lectura demasiado lejana... Apuntaré relectura u atenderé al poema!!!Llosefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07644792992813630668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706798029381.post-32578399050908095292011-06-10T11:18:20.574-07:002011-06-10T11:18:20.574-07:00No la conocía ni la recordaba... Fantástico poema....No la conocía ni la recordaba... Fantástico poema.sylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17007145048744186334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706798029381.post-1143929941184676762011-06-07T14:47:21.170-07:002011-06-07T14:47:21.170-07:00¡Bravoooooooo!¡Bravoooooooo!PAYMONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10798568917820637457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706798029381.post-54082779195458816902011-06-07T10:17:21.430-07:002011-06-07T10:17:21.430-07:00¿crónicas marcianas?¿crónicas marcianas?hollínnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706798029381.post-33207882513215362192011-06-07T10:14:58.678-07:002011-06-07T10:14:58.678-07:00preciosopreciosohollínnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53984706798029381.post-40419667213414509402011-06-07T08:21:35.396-07:002011-06-07T08:21:35.396-07:00There will come soft rains and the smell of the gr...There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,<br />And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;<br /><br />And frogs in the pools singing at night,<br />And wild plum trees in tremolous white;<br /><br />Robins will wear their feathery fire,<br />whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;<br /><br />And no one will know of the war, not one<br />Will care at last when it is done.<br /><br />Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,<br />if mankind perished utterly;<br /><br />And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn<br />Would scarcely know that we were gone!PAYMONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10798568917820637457noreply@blogger.com