SOME TALKING IN BED
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
At this unique distance from isolation
It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.
— Philip Larkin
from The Collected Poems © Estate of Philip Larkin 1988
To love is to admire with the heart;
to admire is to love with the mind.
~ Theophile Gautier