by Cecil Day-Lewis

“In June we picked the clover, And sea-shells in July: There was no silence at the door, No word from the sky. A hand came out of August And flicked his life away: We had not time to bargain, mope, Moralize, or pray.” ― Cecil Day-Lewis, Overtures to Death and Other Poems

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Cecil Day-Lewis
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