for the more loving one

touch

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

2 comments

  1. Alien that I am « Loving Peter
  2. Rows and flows of angel hair
    And ice cream castles in the air
    And feather canyons ev’rywhere
    I’ve looked at clouds that way

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcrEqIpi6sg

    I never knew about Peter. Can’t tell you how touched I am. Tanks you…

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