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?
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“ Ein Buch ist ja keine Drehorgel, womit uns der Invalide unter dem Fenster unerbittlich die Ohren zermartert. …Ein Buch wenn es zugeklappt daliegt, ist ein gebundenes,schlafendes,harmlosen Tierchen, welches keinem was zuleide tut”

[Un libro non è un organetto di Barberia con cui l’invalido sotto la finestra ci martella inesorabilmente le orecchie … un libro quando è chiuso è un’innocua bestiola che legato al guinzaglio dorme, che non fa male a nessuno]

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