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Skribent: Simon
Emne: Re: Poetisk fryd..
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Books are so much like life
Her husband is old Faustus, the don who pawned his soul
To learn forbidden secrets and slake his soured lust,
Narcissus who loved his own shadow, and Judas who rook as dole
Caesar's silver face, and played traitor when he kissed,
And Jacob the cheating patriarch who gambled on blindness
and hunger.
He fears her frigid eyes, her brief and bitter anger
Who married Trojan Helen and poisoned Juliet,
Who acts his personal tragedy with the gestures of a droll
Since every summer ends in snow, and passion lives no longer
Than the notes of a song, which no one can recaoture or forget.
- Jack Beeching
mvh
Simon
P.s.: https://www.abebooks.com/servlet/BookDetailsPL?bi=...item_1_38-_-bdp
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