Informatika és tudomány

  • eLviRA
    #3638
    ne csak egyedül szenvedjek. olvassatok ti is egy kis szépirodalmat:


    Thomas Hardy – Neutral Tones


    We stood by a pond that winter day,
    And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
    And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
    - They had fallen from an ash, and were grey.

    Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
    Over tedious riddles of years ago;
    And some words played between us to and fro
    On which lost the more by our love.

    The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
    Alive enough to have strength to die;
    And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
    Like an ominous bird a-wing…

    Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
    And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
    Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
    And a pond edged with greyish leaves.
    ...what\'s for You, will not pass You by...