10
Jul
06

Children’s Song

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We live in our own world,
A world that is too small
For you to stoop and enter
Even on hands and knees,
The adult subterfuge.
And though you probe and pry With analytic eye,
And eavesdrop all our talk With an amused look,
You cannot find the centre Where we dance, where we play,
Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower,
Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest
That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven.

-R.S.Thomas

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