Sunday, February 22, 2009

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nada, yo leyendo a Robert Frost.


Sharpshooter said...

one of my favorites from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

I shot an Arrow into the air
It fell to earth I know not where,
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breath'd a Song into the air
It fell to earth, I know not where.
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?

Long, long afterward in an oak
I found the Arrow still unbroke;
And the Song from begining to end
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Ernesto G. said...

That's a good one, too, Sharpshooter.