As I walked out one evening,
\nWalking down Bristol Street,
\nThe crowds upon the pavement
\nWere fields of harvest wheat.<\/p>\n
And down by the brimming river
\nI heard a lover sing
\nUnder an arch of the railway:
\n“Love has no ending.<\/p>\n
“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
\nTill China and Africa meet,
\nAnd the river jumps over the mountain
\nAnd the salmon sing in the street,<\/p>\n
“I’ll love you till the ocean
\nIs folded and hung up to dry
\nAnd the seven stars go squawking
\nLike geese about the sky.<\/p>\n
“The years shall run like rabbits,
\nFor in my arms I hold
\nThe Flower of the Ages,
\nAnd the first love of the world.”<\/p>\n
But all the clocks in the city
\nBegan to whirr and chime:
\n“O let not Time deceive you,
\nYou cannot conquer Time.<\/p>\n
“In the burrows of the Nightmare
\nWhere Justice naked is,
\nTime watches from the shadow
\nAnd coughs when you would kiss.<\/p>\n
“In headaches and in worry
\nVaguely life leaks away,
\nAnd Time will have his fancy
\nTo-morrow or to-day.<\/p>\n
“Into many a green valley
\nDrifts the appalling snow;
\nTime breaks the threaded dances
\nAnd the diver’s brilliant bow.<\/p>\n
“O plunge your hands in water,
\nPlunge them in up to the wrist;
\nStare, stare in the basin
\nAnd wonder what you’ve missed.<\/p>\n
“The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
\nThe desert sighs in the bed,
\nAnd the crack in the tea-cup opens
\nA lane to the land of the dead.<\/p>\n
“Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
\nAnd the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
\nAnd the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
\nAnd Jill goes down on her back.<\/p>\n
“O look, look in the mirror?
\nO look in your distress:
\nLife remains a blessing
\nAlthough you cannot bless.<\/p>\n
“O stand, stand at the window
\nAs the tears scald and start;
\nYou shall love your crooked neighbour
\nWith your crooked heart.”<\/p>\n
It was late, late in the evening,
\nThe lovers they were gone;
\nThe clocks had ceased their chiming,
\nAnd the deep river ran on.<\/p>\n
Mentre caminava un vespre
\npel carrer Bristol avall,
\nla gentada a les voreres
\ncom bladars a punt del tall.<\/p>\n
I l’amant arran del riu
\nsota un pont del tren cantava
\naquella can\u00e7\u00f3 que diu:
\n“El meu amor no s’acaba.<\/p>\n
“Fins que \u00c0frica i Xina es trobin
\namor meu t’estimar\u00e9,
\ni el riu salti la muntanya
\ni el salm\u00f3 canti al carrer.<\/p>\n
“T’estimar\u00e9 fins que el mar
\ns’assequi i es tregui el vel
\ni les set estrelles grallin
\ncom les oques dalt del cel.<\/p>\n
“Els anys corren com conills,
\nper\u00f2 als meus bra\u00e7os es fon
\nla Gran Flor de Tots els Temps
\ni el primer amor del m\u00f3n.”<\/p>\n
De sobte tots els rellotges
\nvaren brunzir i repicar:
\n“No deixis que el Temps t’enganyi,
\nque tu no el podr\u00e0s guanyar.<\/p>\n
“All\u00ed on el malson s’amaga,
\non la llei \u00e9s en des\u00fas,
\nel Temps que vigila a l’ombra,
\nen lloc de besar-te, tus.<\/p>\n
Quan hi ha maldecaps i tr\u00e0ngols
\nla vida lleument se’n va
\ni el Temps se surt amb la seva,
\nara mateix o dem\u00e0.<\/p>\n
“A moltes valls ben gemades,
\nla neu \u00e9s com un esmalt,
\nel Temps trenca les rotllanes
\ni del qui es capbussa el salt.<\/p>\n
“Enfonsa les mans a l’aigua,
\nenfonsa-les-hi golut;
\nmira’t, mira’t a la pica
\ni pregunta’t qu\u00e8 has perdut.<\/p>\n
“La glacera \u00e9s a l’armari,
\nel desert sospira al llit,
\nl’esquerda de la tassa obre
\nun cam\u00ed cap al neguit.<\/p>\n
“On els pobres rifen xecs
\ni en gegant encanta en Jack,
\non el milhomes fa “ecs”
\ni la Jill s’enduu un batzac.<\/p>\n
“Oh, mira’t, mira el mirall,
\nmira en la teva dissort;
\nla vida \u00e9s un do de D\u00e9u
\nmalgrat el teu desacord.<\/p>\n
“Oh, estigues a la finestra,
\nde ll\u00e0grimes amarat
\nestimar\u00e0s el teu ve\u00ed mentider
\namb el teu cor poc honrat.”<\/p>\n
Era tard, molt tard al vespre,
\nels amants s’havien fos;
\nels rellotges no tocaven
\ni el riu baixava, calm\u00f3s.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: “Love has no ending. “I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the … <\/p>\n