Driftwood skrev 2012-11-06 23:23:02 följande:
Eftersom det är poesiafton kanske dessa strofer kan inliva lite moralism i tråden. Från 'Under Milk Wood' av Dylan Thomas.
FIRST VOICE
Come now, drift up the dark, come up the drifting sea-dark
street now in the dark night seesawing like the sea, to the
bible-black airless attic over Jack Black the cobbler's
shop where alone and savagely Jack Black sleeps in a
nightshirt tied to his ankles with elastic and dreams of
SECOND VOICE
chasing the naughty couples down the grassgreen gooseberried
double bed of the wood, flogging the tosspots in the
spit-and-sawdust, driving out the bare bold girls from the
sixpenny hops of his nightmares.
JACK BLACK (Loudly)
Ach y fi!
Ach y fi!
TACK,
DW, det var behövligt. Tror jag.