sexta-feira, fevereiro 06, 2004

LARKIN!

Love,we must part now:do not let it be
Calamitous and bitter.In the past
There has been too much moonlight and self-pity:
Let us have done with it:for now at last
Never has sun more boldly paced the sky,
Never were hearts more eager to be free,
To kick down worlds, lash forests;you and I
No longer hold them;we are husks, that see
The grain growing forward to a different use.

There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives unloose,
As two tall ships, wind-mastered, wet with light,
Break from an estuary with their courses set,
And waving part, and waving drop from sight.

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