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The irony of being two . . .!
Grey eyes, wide open suddenly,
Regard me and inquire; I see a face
Grave and unquiet in tenderness.
Heart-rending question of women never answered:
"Tell me, tell me, what are you thinking of?"
Oh, the pain and foolishness of love!
What can I do but make my old grimace,
Ending it with a kiss, as I always do?
from Aldous Huxley,
Leda, 1920.
Geciteerd in:
De tederheid. Gedachten over de liefde. / Ton Lemaire. Bilthoven, Ambo, 1968, 109 p.
(Citaat op p. 62)
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