Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circues could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over the books...
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.
Ci fu un tempo, watercolor and gouache on handmade paper cm 80x57
poem by Dylan Thomas
