Markus Benk


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I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

LAST night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to you, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

Ernest Dowson


Modell: Lucy


Commentaire 2

  • Martin Herwelly 29/11/2005 17:15

    so eine tolle Arbeit und sowenig Anmerkungen....
    leben ist manchmal unfair- obwohl es nicht unbedingt mein Stil ist, finde ich das Gesamtwerk sehr schön.
    lg.m.
  • Michael P.-Becker 09/11/2005 20:38

    Ich glaube hier geht es weniger um eine ausgefeilte Aufnahme, als um das, was du offensichtlich an Poesie liebst. Und Gedicht (soweit ich es versteh) und Bild passen sehr gut zusammen. Schön gemacht. Liebe Grüße Michael