Cecil Day Lewis, London, 1950 -by Irving Penn

Cecil Day Lewis, London, 1950 -by Irving Penn

Is it far to go?
A step - no further.
Is it hard to go?Ask the melting snow,
The eddying feather.
What can I take there?
Not a hank, not a hair.
What shall I leave behind?
Ask the hastening wind,
The fainting star.
Shall I be gone long?
For ever and a day.
To whom there belong?
Ask the stone to say,
Ask my song.
Who will say farewell?
The beating bell.
Will anyone miss me?
That I dare not tell -
Quick, Rose, and kiss me.
— C. Day Lewis, in Poems 1943-1947

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