Som om att andas var livet. Liv staplat på liv. - Looking for sara
Tänkte på Tennyson igår, när jag skrev det där om att dagarna bara gick, livet som dagar staplade på varandra. Den här är så fin.
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

1 Comment

  1. Ooooooh!
    TACK för den. Exakt, exakt vad jag behövde just nu.