Dylan Thomas

The conversation of prayers about to be said
By che child going to bed and the man on the stairs
Who climbs to his dying love in her high room,
The one not caring to whom in his sleep he will move
And the other full of tears that she will be dead
Turns in the dark on the sound they know will arise
Into the answering skies from the green dark
From the man on the stairs and the child by his bed.
The sound about to be said in the two prayers
For the sleep in a safe land and the love who dies
Will be the same grief flying . Whom shall they calm?
Shall the child sleeep unarmed or the man be crying?
Dylan Thomas Poems

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Il gelo ci assale improvvisamente cogliendoci impreparati. Non dovremmo farci trovare impreparati; dovremmo ormai conoscere il nostro clima abbastanza bene da essere consapevoli dei pericoli che possono annidarsi tra un tramonto e un’alba. Eppure quanti giardinieri affrontano questa minaccia per tempo?

Vita Sackville West – Del giardino