Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the wrong,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind:
But I was desolate and sick of and old passion,
Yet, all the time, because the dance was long;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.*
Ernest Dowson (Fragmento)
*He olvidado tanto ¡Cynara! de lo que el viento se llevó,
He arrojado rosas tempestuosamente con la mutitud,
bailando, pues quise olvidar tus blancos y perdidos lirios;
pero estaba triste y enfermo de pasiones idas;
y sin embargo te he sido fiel a ti, Cynara, ¡a mi modo!
