this was written by William Butler Yeats when a woman he had long been in love with, married another man.
Wine or love, all the same, both intoxicate, both fog the thought..
but sometimes it seems better not to feel, think and to know..
that's all we can know for sure, before finally we die and see if there's really a better place.
"I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh."
Drink and love, one he got, the other goes unattainable.
this was written by William Butler Yeats when a woman he had long been in love with, married another man.
Wine or love, all the same, both intoxicate, both fog the thought.. but sometimes it seems better not to feel, think and to know.. that's all we can know for sure, before finally we die and see if there's really a better place.
"I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh." Drink and love, one he got, the other goes unattainable.