诗歌朗读 （26）Talking In Bed
Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin
Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.
Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds about the sky,
And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us.
Nothing shows why this unique distance from isolation
It becomes still more difficult to find words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.