jeudi, mars 30, 2006

poeme de Conrad Aiken

Yet when we meet we seem in silence to say,
Pretending serene forgetfulness of our youth,
“Do you remember but then why should you remember!
Do you remember a certain day,
Or evening rather, spring evening long ago,
We talked of death, and love, and time, and truth,
And said such wise things, things that amused us so
How foolish we were, who thought ourselves so wise!”
And then we laugh, with shadows in our eyes.

CONRAD AIKEN

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