Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest.
Yet more and more time passes silently.
Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest
Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,
And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
At this unique distance from isolation
It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.
“Dark towns heap up on the horizon” is a highly imaginative image which has drawn me towards this poem.The other pretty image is “the wind’s incomplete unrest builds and disperses clouds in the sky”.”Words at once true and kind” immediately followed by ” or “not untrue and not unkind” is cleverly cynical adding a bit of flippancy to the dialogue between the lovers.