I went out, closed the street door, and the clock struck ten, <br />on shining wheels the baker rustled by and hummed, <br />a plane droned in the sky, the sun shone, it struck ten, <br />I thought of my dead aunt and in a flash it seemed <br />all the unliving I had loved were flying overhead, <br />with hosts of silent dead the sky was darkened then <br />and suddenly across the wall a shadow fell. <br />Silence. The morning world stood still. The clock struck ten, <br />over the street peace floated: cold dread was its spell.<br /><br />Miklos Radnoti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peace-dread/
