The Moving Finger writes, and having writ
Moves on; not all thy Piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line
Nor all thy tears wash out one World of it.
Telegraaf, 19-10-1988
Archieven
FitzGerald, E.
And when like her, oh Sáki, you shall pass
among the guests, star-scattered on the grass,
and in your joyous errand reach the spot
where I made one – turn down an empty glass!
NRC, 30-9-1994
FitzGerald, E.
“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us pass’d the Door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tel lus of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.”
Telegraaf, 27-7-1990
FitzGerald, E.
“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us pass’d the Door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tel lus of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.”
NRC, 27-7-1990
FitzGerald, E.
Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same Door as in I went.
NRC, 5-12-2008
FitzGerald, E.
The Moving Finger writes;
And having writ, Moves on …
NRC, 20-11-2009
FitzGerald, E.
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one
NRC, 9-3-2006
FitzGerald, E.
Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring
The wintergarment of repentance fling:
The bird of time has but a little way
To fly – and lo! The bird is on the wing
Volkskrant, 4-4-1991
FitzGerald, E.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly – and Lo! The Bird is on the Wing.
Volkskrant, 4-9-2000
FitzGerald, E.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly – and Lo! The Bird is on the Wing.
NRC, 4-9-2000