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)
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)
1 comentario:
El verset del vi em sembla una revenja impròpia d'un gentleman. Preciós, d'altra banda!
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