Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And som when they are old
Some strangle with the hand of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
some sell and others buy
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
Into an empty space
Aπό το "Τhe Ballad of Reading Gaol" του Oscar Wilde
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And som when they are old
Some strangle with the hand of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
some sell and others buy
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
Into an empty space
Aπό το "Τhe Ballad of Reading Gaol" του Oscar Wilde
2 σχόλια:
"He does not die a death of shame"
He/she should!
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To διάβασα τέτοια περίοδο περίπου πέρισυ και μου έκανε μεγάλη αίσθηση, κάπως ήθελα και θέλω να το αφιερώσω σε όλους/ες τους φίλους κ συντρόφους που κάνουν βήματα μπροστά. Τα χρειαζόμαστε! χαίρομαι που σου άρεσε!
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