Housman
XLV
If by chance your eye offend you,
Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:
‘Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you,
And many a balsam grows on ground.And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your sickness is your soul.
A.E. Housman was born on this day in 1859. I wonder what is says about me that this is the only one of his poems I could ever remember.
[x]#465 fan vrijdag 26 maart 2004 @ 15:40:34
Vryage op 26 maart 2004 @ 23:44:08
Eerste impressie:
Geloof, hoop en liefde. Maar boven alles de vorm.