"We look almost happy out in the sun,
while we are bleeding fatally from wounds
we don't know about."
Tomas Transtromer, 'Streets in Shanghai
Too Much of the Air: Tomas Tranströmer
Tom Sleigh
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19009
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Happy
"We look almost happy out in the sun,
while we are bleeding fatally from wounds
we don't know about."
Tomas Transtromer, 'Streets in Shanghai
Too Much of the Air: Tomas Tranströmer
Tom Sleigh
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19009
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