dimanche 21 février 2010

From "Under Milk Wood"

Every morning when I wake,
Dear Lord, a little prayer I make,
O please to keep Thy lovely eye
On all poor creatures born to die.

And every evening at sun-down
I ask a blessing on the town,
For whether we last the night or no
I'm sure is always touch-and-go.

We are not wholly bad or good
Who live our lives under Milk Wood,
And Thou, I know, wilt be the first
To see our best side, not our worst.

O let us see another day !
Bless us this night, I pray,
And to the sun we all will bow
And say, good-bye-but just for now !

Dylan THOMAS, Under Milk Wood (1914-1953)

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