viernes, marzo 20, 2009

A Deep Sworn Vow


Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

By William Butler Yeats (llegit en el programa de l'obra traició de Harold Pinter vista al lliure. Via link)