one with exuberant smile,
shield and a form of sword,
dure as baked tile, glazed,
brittle boned. worn smooth
not so by age as such born—
bred, yet still wet gilled
and scaled; embarked on marathon
crawl to marrow and a dawn.
Love, the remembered song by Fernando Pessoa
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Love, the remembered song,
Return it to me now.
At night, my eyes closed, it has only grown,
Your voice makes my heart long
For all that you vow.
You sing ne...
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2 comments:
Une peinture de Gauguin ?
yes Jean,
it certainly is Gauguin
and one of my favorites.
thank you for stopping over.
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