22.5.09

If hands could free you, heart






If hands could free you, heart,
Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Or earth this running sky
Makes desolate? Would you cross
City and hill and sea,
If hands could set you free?

I would not lift the latch;
For I could run
Through fields, pit-valleys, catch
All beauty under the sun--
Still end in loss:
I should find no bent arm, no bed
To rest my head.

Philip Larkin

2 comentários:

clarinda disse...

sabes bem o que devo dizer aqui.:)

moriana disse...

nem só o francês existe...
:)