sábado, 21 de junho de 2008

Poemas sem data fixa

The Sorrow of Love

    THE brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
    The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
    And all that famous harmony of leaves,
    Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

    A girl arose that had red mournful lips
    And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
    Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
    And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

    Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
    A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
    And all that lamentation of the leaves,
    Could but compose man's image and his cry.

William Butler Yeats

The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

    I HEARD the old, old men say,
    "Everything alters,
    And one by one we drop away."
    They had hands like claws, and their knees
    Were twisted like the old thorn trees
    By the waters.
    I heard the old, old men say,
    "All that's beautiful drifts away
    Like the waters."

William Butler Yeats

2 comentários:

confetti* disse...

cute,narciso !


Pax disse...

Gostei do Mr Shakespeareano. Demora um pouco mais pra carregar aqui.

E é dele uma frase de mim para você, desengonçado Mr X de 2,11 m de altura e um bom blog desalmado:

"É mais fácil obter o que se deseja com um sorriso do que à ponta da espada."