They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
E.D.
2 kommentarer:
Ernest Dowson, du har mycket bra smak vad det gäller poesi fröken. Och skriver fin poesi gör du också.
Men tack du.
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