terça-feira, 4 de agosto de 2009

Que dizes tu do Amor que não existe

When You are Old




When you are old and gray 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.



William Butler Yeats. b. 1865





Muitos amaram os teus dias de alegre graça

e amaram a tua beleza com amor verdadeiro ou falso,

mas um homem amou a tua alma peregrina

e amou as mágoas no teu rosto que mudava.

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