And his dark secret love / Does thy life destroy

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

Estás enferma, ¡oh rosa!
El gusano invisible,
que vuela, por la noche,
en el aullar del viento,

tu lecho descubrió
de alegría escarlata,
y su amor sombrío y secreto
consume tu vida.

William Blake

gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Sí, a mí también me vino a la mente el colige,virgo.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

Robert Herrick

van Dalem

Que le echaban algo al agua parece evidente.


“Al final resultó que todo lo que necesitaba está en el standard”, decía el pianista.
Por cierto, hoy ya el patrón se integró.