quinta-feira, novembro 12

When You are Old 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. William Butler Yeats


Neste mês de Novembro, cheio de sombras no nosso calendário dos afectos, e em particular neste dia, um poema a quem não vimos envelhecer. A saudade que temos deles e a falta que nos fazem.


Anonymous blita said...

Boa escolha.

11:19 da manhã  

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