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.
Philip Larkin
A larkiana Zazie enviou-nos este poema com dedicatória. Mais logo coloco a tradução da Maria Teresa Guerreiro mas, na verdade, não há forma de traduzir a beleza dos últimos versos...
