Wednesday, August 11, 2010

A Drinking Song


Wine comes in at the mouth  
And love comes in at the eye;  
That’s all we shall know for truth  
Before we grow old and die.  
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

W.B. Yeats


David Lago González said...

Sí, me encanta Yeats. Es de mis poetas de cabecera. Precioso poema.

Ernesto G. said...

Hola, David. Cuanto tiempo sin su visita! Saludos y no pierda la costumbre, hombre!