Lettere dal delirio

Querelle De Brest...

Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word,
thecowarddoes it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
and some when they are old;
somestranglewith the hands of lust,
some with the hands of gold:
the kindest use a knife, because
the dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
some sell, and others buy;
some do the deed with many tears,
and some without a sigh:
for each man kills the thing he loves,

Yet each man does not die.