January 17, 2010

Most people I know subscribe or listen to NPR’s Writer’s Almanac, and if you don’t, you should, but here’s the gem of a poem chosen for today:

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.

“The More Loving One” by W.H. Auden, from Collected Poems. © The Modern Library — Random House, 2007.

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2 Responses to “”

  1. Kate said

    Thank you!

  2. kiirstin said

    Oh, lovely. I keep meaning to pick up more Auden.

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