Schiver

"In the midst of winter,
I found  there was, within me,
an invicible summer"
Albert Camus

Schivers of premonitions
Schievering nights, and schievering days
Oh Thou Cold Lady of Winter
would you take me to your coldly kingdom?
would, thou, oh please lady,
carry my poor soul onto the midst of winter?

Here I lay my sweet lady,
resting by the snow
Here i lie, cold, cold lady
Whispering a bow

Shievers up and down my spine
In the midst of winter
Oh sweet precious lady,
please let me be

[Sweet flower blossom
here in my tired lap
I will wait awesomed
in the snow wrap]

The silent wind is taking me
the silent night is surrounding me
Soon, oh soon swet hand taking me
taking me to the midst
to the midst of winter
the white, pure, hot place.

-Carlos Patinho (Winter 2011)