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Oscar Wilde

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9.4.2004

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Her nsan ldrr Gene De Sevdigini


Her insan ldrr gene de sevdigini
Bu byle bilinsin herkes tarafindan,
Kiminin ters bakisindan gelir lm,
Kiminin iltifatindan,
Korkagin pcgnden,
Cesurun kilicindan!
Kimisi askini genlikte ldrr,
Yasini basini almisken kimi;
Biri sehvet'in elleriyle bogazlar,
Birinin altindir elleri,
Yumusak kalpli biak kullanir
nk ceset sogur hemen.

Kimi pek az sever, kimi derinden,


Biri msteridir, digeri satici;
Kimi vardir, gzyaslariyla bitirir isi,
Kiminden ne bir ah, ne bir figan:
nk her insan ldrr sevdigini,
Gene de lmez insan.
Oscar Wilde

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Yet Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves


Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,


And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
Oscar Wilde

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