Andra sidan livet . . .


Publicerat den: 2008-03-22 [17:03:37]


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Hittade denna vackra dikt alldeles nyss. Tycker att den är fuktansvärt fin. 



I am standing on the seashore.
A ship spreades the white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
I stand watching him until he fades on the horizon
and someone at my side says:
"He is gone"
Gone where? The loss of sight is in me, not in him.
Just at the moment when somone says "He is gone"
there are others who are watching him coming.
Other voices take glad shout, "Here he comes!".
And that is dying.

/
Henry Scott Holland


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