Zondag 1 november 2009
Verjaardicht Leonard Nolens
Morgen wordt mijn oude liefde vijftig
Zij verjaart altijd op vijftien maart,
Mijn goudvis met de hemelblauwste ogen,
Mijn stoute stamelaarster op het droge,
Mijn trouweloze bakvis met veel praats.
Morgen wordt ik vijftig buitengaats,
Zegt zij, en strijkt het rimpelende glas
Van alle spiegels in het huis weer glad
Vergeet mij niet. Vergeet het meisje niet
Dat ooit de angel zoende van je lied.
Donderdag 29 oktober 2009
When you are old and gray and full of sleep And nodding by the fire,take down this book; And slowly read,and dream of the soft look Your eye…
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire,take down this book;
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
Your eyess had once,and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
My love is like a red,red rose That's newly sprung in June; My love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bon…
My love is like a red,red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
My love is like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still ,my dear
Till a the seas gang
Till a the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with sun;
And I will love theestill my dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I willcome again,my love,
Tho'it were ten thousand mile.
