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
posted by Whispering Walls at 10:38 am
6 Comments:
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.
Easily said, but do those sentiments rally stand the test of time?
Hi KL & Ellee - you're very cynical today! I'm not sure how you define the test of time after death, Ellee
Oh, I'm going to cry!
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.
Hi Anon - the post was about the poem rather than the relationship.
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