Death by water
março 2, 2010
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or jew,
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
consider Phlebas, who was once as handsome and tall as
you.
T. S. Eliot
Gostar disso:
Seja o primeiro a gostar disso post.
