terça-feira, maio 31, 2005

vxc

Talking in Bed

by Philip Larkin





Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.


Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds about the sky,


And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation


It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.

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