Saturday, March 14, 2009

In My Dreams, I Am Looped In The Loops Of Her Hair*

Fig. 1. Robert Doisneau - Square du Vert-Galant, 1950

'Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.'

Jeanne Moreau

* Brown Penny (W. B. Yeats):
Brown Penny

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

Addendum: From Anonymous (thanks!).

'La tragédie du grand âge, ce n'est pas que l'on est vieux, mais que l'on est jeune.' ('The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.')

Oscar Wilde (Le Portrait de Dorian Gray)