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lunes, 10 de noviembre de 2008

Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

Posted by Nat at 15:00 |

3 Comments:

At 10 de noviembre de 2008, 15:47, Blogger kielov said........
Bello Bello!!!

...algún día recitaré algo así, pero en jeringoso y a una chica de Villa Urquiza o Laferrere, a orillas del Río Pilcomayo...
 


At 10 de noviembre de 2008, 15:58, Blogger Nat said........
me alegra que te haya gustado... hacía más de 10 años que no pensaba en ese poema.

jajajaja!!! tengo otras locaciones vip, como Villa Luzuriaga, o Doménico.
 


At 10 de noviembre de 2008, 15:58, Blogger Nat said........
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