dijous, de novembre 13, 2008

William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)

When you are old and grey 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.

2 comentaris:

Menxa ha dit...

"And hid his face amid a crowd of stars", és sens dubte la frase que més m'ha agradat :)
És d'un poeta anglès? (potser conegut? aviso que la meva cultura és minsa! :P) Sovint llegeixo els lyrics de cançons en anglès que m'agraden però mai m'havia parat a pensar en llegir poesia en anglès! :)

novesflors ha dit...

A mi també m'ha agradat la imatge que suggereix aquesta frase.