Les Silhouettes
[+/-] mostrar/ocultar esta entrada The sea is flecked with bars of grey,The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.
Oscar Wilde
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Oscar Wilde
(1854-1900)
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