The More Loving One

February 8, 2006 at 2:04 pm 1 comment

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.

(black mamba reads the poem)

For commentary on the poem, check the minstrels.



Entry filed under: Black Mamba, English, Wystan Hugh Auden.

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. mary  |  December 16, 2006 at 3:50 pm

    nice blog!



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