" We do not remember days, we remember moments. "
Cesare Pavese: The Burning Brand
joi, 20 noiembrie 2008
old door .....
Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call Along the lintel are green leaves Beyond the light lies still; Very willing and weary feat Go over that sill There is nothing to trouble any heart; Nothing to hurt at all. Death is only a quiet door.