I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before –
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall, – I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time’s eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death’s despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

Dante Gabriel Rossetti, "Sudden Light" in Poems, 1870

4 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

In my serebelatic planet, this poematic declarations are ... you know what ... AM I ONCE AGAIN! WRONG?

aj disse...

this is a nothing to declare blog zone!

Anónimo disse...

Ok. It couldn't be another thing than a kind 'nothing to declare blog zone' + '!'. Clear like water, or win or bear ... Let's try to say with a correction vocabulary ... 1, 2, 3! Cá vai!

In my cerebellar planet this declarations have another WORD. I know that you know what WORD is! Definitively, isn't at all a kind 'nothing to declare blog zone'.

aj disse...

You know Things, I see!... Do Gaspar & Steps are aware of this peculiar potential you have?!