Brideshead Revisited by
Evelyn Waugh
My rating:
5 of 5 stars
This book is a beauty to me... so I will write a poem to its impression:
Et en Arcadia Ego
Brideshead Revisited is like
quickened clouds on a stormy day!
The day before was so like Arcadia
Before the fall!
The war's shadow
comes and goes and comes again.
And other places so cruel and cold,
Taking your heart,
Bitter like horseradish next to filet mignon and crab.
And the veil is riped.
The great big square
In the country,
Is your original home.
Where is Sebastian?
College friends lost in the vortex of time.
Young and bright.
Almost nobody comes to visit anymore.
Or even tries to write...
to loved ones lost long ago.
Cold and cruel,
It looks like
You should return-but then
Time pasts through your
fingers-
(and twenty years has passed)
your painted murals have begun to fade,
leaving only scattered paint,
and a scent of decay.
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