13 Ekim 2009 Salı


yet each man kills the thing he loves,

by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word,

the coward does it with a kiss,...
the brave man with a sword!

some kill their love when they are young,
and some when they are old;
some strangle with the hands of lust,
some with the hands of gold:
the kindest use a knife, because
the dead so soon grow cold.

some love too little, some too long,
some sell, and others buy;
some do the deed with many tears,
and some without a sigh:
for each man kills the thing he loves,
yet each man does not die.

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