Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Today's poem

Painting by Vincent Van Gogh - Starry Night (Arles, June 1889)

The More Loving One
poem 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
.

2 comments:

BBB said...

I´m going to bed now... I love u.

BBB said...

don´´t tell... you know what I mean... love u 2.