#xlv

[drowningparty]

India bore me on shores purple as Tyre, Where the white dawn rises in an orb of fire; A creature born here, divine honours among, I changed a barbaric noise for the Latin tongue; Delphic Apollo, dismiss your every swan — My parrot voice a worthier myrmidon.

Petronius, AL 691.

[words-and-coffee]

Oh, may your silhouette not be broken in the sand, oh may your eyelids not fly in the absence: do not go for one minute, beloved, because in that minute you will have gone so far that I will cross all the earth asking if you will return or if you will leave me dying.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: XLV

[epica-fantasia-ilustrada]

[williammoll]

Pablo Neruda. XLV. Cien sonetos de amor. [12]

[pabloneruda-world]

Pablo Neruda. XLV. Cien sonetos de amor. [12]

[el-jujeniodeletras]

Fernando Pessoa. Alberto Caeiro. XLV. El guardador de rebaños. [21]

[thewildswan]

XLV by A.E. Housman (1919).

[lunardea]

It was amazing!!!