Shhhhh. Pipe down. Some of us are trying to read.
You and Ronnie, don’t mind me, carry on and talk amongst yourselves. I don’t mind.
I’m currently reading Ledwidge.
I shall now recite some poetry:
The silent music of the flowers
Wind-mingled shall not fail to cheer
The lonely hours
When I no more am here.
Then in some shady willow place
Take up the book my heart has made,
And hide your face
Against my name which was a shade.