Overtures to Death, 5 | Cecil Day-Lewis, 1938

William Rothenstein (1872 – 1945), Portrait of Cecil Day Lewis

The sun came out in April
The hawthorn in May:
We thought the year
like other years
Would go the Christmas way.

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, 5, 1938 

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