VI

Live in my living;
When I am sad, be sad;
Take from our chaos
Few of your own wise smiles,
For I have merriment enough for both,
Too much for one to bear,
And, if we make it cruel laughter,
We shall have time,
A space of lies,
To show we can be kind.
Here is your breast,
And here is mine;
This is your foot,
And this is mine;
But live,
In all I offer you a little thing
So small you can but give it.

Dylan Thomas (Notebook, 1930-1932)