A Broken Appointment (by Thomas Hardy)
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on and wore me numb -
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Then that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compasion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness sake
Grieved, I when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
you did not come.
Taa baltaa sieviete, kura izskataas, ka dodas uz randinju pustukshaa metro vagona preteejaa logaa izmeegina dazhaadas piekrishaans/paarsteiguma/noraidiijuma/ izbriinas grimases. Un vinja nemaz nezin ka vinja seezh zem taada dzejola.Zeel, bet taa jau tikai Barnes & Noble graamatu veikala reklaama.
ceru ka dzejolii nav ieviesusies kaada kljuuda ... jo citeeju no galvas pusstundaa 8 rindinjas un veel atnesu maajaas ;)