Monday, May 16, 2005

Este senhor escreveu...

Originally uploaded by Kanuthya.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

W. B. Yeats


Duarte said...

Este senhor é um grande senhor.

Anonymous said...

na minha leitura descendente, senti um dejá vu...mas o estranho é que demorei a senti-lo, antes pensei num ritual litúrgico.