Lullaby for a Referee’s Baby . The pitch is cold and dark The night is dark and deep The players all have gone to bed So sleep, baby, sleep . The whistle’s on the shelf The boots are in a heap The kit is in the laundry bag So sleep, baby, sleep . The house […]
Clown in the Moon My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream. Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) […]
