domingo, 25 de janeiro de 2009

Poema do domingo

No Second Troy

    WHY should I blame her that she filled my days
    With misery, or that she would of late
    Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
    Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
    Had they but courage equal to desire?
    What could have made her peaceful with a mind
    That nobleness made simple as a fire,
    With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
    That is not natural in an age like this,
    Being high and solitary and most stern?
    Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
    Was there another Troy for her to burn?

    William Butler Yeats

3 comentários:

kind of missing disse...

what a beautiful yeats stuff !

hugs chose

Ronald W. disse...

Eu tb adoro Yeats, Confa ! Excellent choice !

X, pq o contador do dizimo nao esta atualizando ? Eu contribui e la' continua aparecendo $0...

Mr X disse...

Confaaaa! :-)))

Ué, aqui tá aparecendo $ 5 sim. Estranho.