For a breath I tarry…

From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Now – for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart –
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

A. E. Housman

Published in: on януари 25, 2007 at 11:39 am  Comments (1)  

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  1. 😦 С риск да внеса сълзи и сополи в това чудесно нещо – много рядко някой знае как иска да му помогнеш. Дори и когато ти наистина си готов да помагаш с всичко, което ти е по силите. Мдам. Тъжно…..

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