domingo, 14 de maio de 2006

Spring and Poetry


In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.
Sir Thomas Malory (d. 1471)

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965)

2 comentários:

Tekhnè disse...

Gurias achei uma máxima para uma descrição possível for myself
"Sou abstêmio apenas de cerveja, não de champanha".Bernard Shaw
Contem para o Humberto, please. Beijos, Paula J.

Adri Amaral disse...

gurias... acabo de voltar do skol beats e da loucura de sampa... depois eu conto mais pra vcs... bjos