If I could tell you

Ute skinner sola, det er kokende varmt og jeg sitter på kontoret gjemt bak ei vifte og PC-skjermen. Tankene flyter, det er lunsj. Etter å ha sluttet å røyke, er det dikt som frisker meg opp i pausen. Jeg vil igjen dele en av mine favoritter, av W.H. Auden, If I could tell you:

Time will say nothing but I told you so,

Time only knows the price we have to pay;

If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,

If we should stumble when musicians play,

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,

Because I love you more than I can say,

If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,

There must be reasons why the leaves decay;

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,

The vision seriously intends to stay;

If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,

And all the brooks and soldiers run away;

Will Time say nothing but I told you so?

If I could tell you I would let you know.