Albert Camus, primeiros cadernos, Lisboa: Livros do Brasil, sd. p. 125
a leitura de um poema de Robert Frost, depois de ter visto um que o Luís colocou no Prosimetron e de JJ (Substante) me ter dado uma referência,
A MINOR BIRD
I have wished a bird would fly away, / And not sing by my house all day; / Have clapped my hands at him from the door / When it seemed as if I could bear no more. / The fault must partly have been in me. / The bird was not to blame for his key. / And of course there must be something wrong / In wanting to silence any song.