I do love poetry, not just the formal kind, any lyrical expression of words will work, really.
I have to start the month off with Auden, cuz I luffs him.
The More Loving One by W. H. Auden
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.
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Over here you can hear him read his poem On the Circuit.
3 comments:
W.H. Auden month, in other words.
so like, was I meant to miss that one, because just saying BLACK FONT? come on, im fifty now....
♥
In all the world
there's no such feat
as trying to fold
the fitted sheet
T.T.
one of my favorite parts of april...
and susie, i already showed you how way back when i had a demolished hand!
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