Friday, March 2, 2007
(dedicated to Carlo Gesualdo)
Farewell, adieu, my distant Love…
Time’s fool is cruel, grim and rough.
Oh, bitter tears I dropped, my dear
Sweet withered rose of yesteryear.
Adieu, my dear. Blessed be Thy skull!
Life is so shabby, short and dull.
And often do I kneel and pray
To Thee, pure pearl of yesterday.
Farewell, my Love, my Lady brave.
Accept Thy fate, Thy quiet grave.
I lead a quaint, a saintly life.
I threw away that bloody knife.
by Rolf-Peter Wille
"time's fool": an allegory used by Shakespeare in his Sonnet 116; something like the "grim reaper"
Posted by Rolf-Peter at 4:06 AM