Narrator:
[Opening lines - reciting part of the poem In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas]
Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write on these spindrift pages, nor for the towering dead with their nightingales and psalms, but for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages, who pay no praise or wages, nor heed my craft or art.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:12