Sunday, January 06, 2008

The More Loving One (an old favorite)

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

-- W. H. Auden



At 12:17 AM, Blogger dqerwin said...

Society is like a stew. If you don't keep it stirred up you get a lot of
scum on the top. -Edward Abbey, naturalist and author (1927-1989)


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