#the touch of dawn
“But there’s another secret when dawn touches us, not just for lovers but for all of us. That secret? The only one who will hold us forever is death. Each rosy finger beckons us one day closer. In Philip Larkin’s “Aubade,” up at four in the “soundless dark,” he feels “what’s really always there: / Unresting death” and “the total emptiness for ever.””—Nina MacLaughlin, from “The Touch of Dawn”,The Paris Review
