Samstag, 14. Juni 2008

Ein Ding von Schönheit ist ein Glück für immer

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits...


John Keats


Greg hat gesagt…

What a lovely rose, and Keats to accompany it! Just beautiful, Martin. Happy June to you!!

MartininBroda hat gesagt…

Christ, and I never answered! *big sigh. Happy November Greg!