Robo poético

Télépopmusik [Into Everything]

Leyendo algunos blogs, me encontré el de Brayan -si, así lo escribe el- y me encantó una de las poesías que puso ahí. Es de Philip Larkin.

Talking in Bed

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.