Sunday, February 22, 2009

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nada, yo leyendo a Robert Frost.

2 comments:

  1. Ernesto,
    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.
    Longfellow

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  2. That's a good one, too, Sharpshooter.

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