lunes, 21 de septiembre de 2015

The forest of time

For me there is no dismay
Though ills enough impend.
I have learned to count each day
Minute by breathing minute -
Birds that lightly begin it,
Shadows muting its end - 
As lovers count for luck
Their own heart-beats and believe
In the forest of time they pluck
eternity´s single leaf.

Cecil Day Lewis

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