Ljóð og svoleiðis

útdráttur úr færslunni sem mig langaði að skrifa væri einhvern veginn á þessa leið "árans ólán" sem á ensku er cirka svona "crap,shit,fuck,bollocks,dammit,dammit,dammit" ........... en c´est la vie

Skrifa frekar........

Fann þetta á http://www.poemhunter.com/ eða réttara sagt var Jón Bjarni með endann á þessu í nikkinu sínu einu sinni og benti mér á. Gott stöff

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? Edgar Allan Poe