sexta-feira, abril 07, 2006

To A Young Fisherman

Roses are not as lovely as your cheeks,
Tulips not as tender as your bare feet,
And in no other eyes have I ever seen
Such an immense longing for friendship.

Behind us was the eternity of the sea,
Above us paled grey the eternal sky
On the lonely beach wandered just the two of us
There was nothing else but the din of the sea.

The last day together I went to my City.
You sail and fish contentedly, I wander around
But find refuge in the city nor in the quieter countryside

I am so tired, I have loved much..
Forgive me much, ask not what I have withstood
And pray I never succumb to your beauty.

Jacob Israel de Haan

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