Never give all the heart, for love
will hardly seem worth thinking of
to passionate women if it seem
certain, and they never dream
that it fades out from kiss to kiss;
for everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
for they, for all smooth lips can say,
have given their hearts up to the play.
and who could play it well enough
if deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
for he gave all his heart and lost.
W. B. Yeats (1904)
2 comentários:
olá, gosto do teu blog.
É quase impossível não dar todo o coração, quando se está na relação. Adoro este poema, mas para os desgostos de amor, aqui fica este:
splendour in the grass, glory in the flower
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Ode, On Intimations Of Immortality
W. Wordsworth
Espero que gostes.
Ass. um fã
Não acho que seja impossivel. apenas dificil. Mas depois com a experiência, como dizia uma grand epnsador, o impossível torna-se possível e o improvavel virtualmente certo.
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