Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Poem of the day

I shall miss you so much when I’m dead

The loveliest of smiles The softness of your body in our bed

My everlasting bride

Remember that when I am dead

You are forever alive in my heart and my head

Harold Pinter to his wife Antonia Fraser


Blogger kinglear said...

Yes well, as we now know it could have been to any number of women and when she looked over his shoulder he quickly said it was to her...
But a lovely poem and lovely sentiment.

10:58 am  
Blogger Ellee Seymour said...

Easily said, but do those sentiments rally stand the test of time?

2:53 pm  
Blogger Winchester whisperer said...

Hi KL & Ellee - you're very cynical today! I'm not sure how you define the test of time after death, Ellee

10:14 am  
Blogger Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Oh, I'm going to cry!

12:18 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh god, pretentious posh people shagging. Please spare us from more of this crap. What I loathe and detest most about England is that this kinda behaviour is deemed okay and louche when posh people do it.

But when John Terry does it, the world is coming to an end. Vile and detestable upper class condescension.

8:48 pm  
Blogger Winchester whisperer said...

Hi Anon - the post was about the poem rather than the relationship.

8:58 am  

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