Decidi-me hoje pelo poeta americano William Carlos Williams.
Nascido em 1883 e falecido em 1973, é um dos mias importantes poetas americanos.
Indubitavelmente associado aos movimentos do modernismo e do imagismo; rejeitaria esta última associação, Williams era filho de mãe porto-riquenha e pai inglês e exercia a profissão de médico pediatra. Comunista, sempre atendeu as pessoas humildes gratuitamente.
Fica esta poesia:

A Love Song

What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.

The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.

There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.

I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.

See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.

How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?