March 16, 2005

The More Loving One: 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.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good choice.

McF

manuscrypts said...

reminds me of
"....A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky.... " :)

Parmanu said...

Beautiful.

Ash said...

Lovely.
:)

SPECKLED_BAND said...

Whether stars give a damn or not,
I know there is one who'll know
that I give an awful lot
more than I'd ever care to show.