The More Loving One

Welcome to Monday’s Poem of the Week. I confess, I was never a huge Auden fan, but this poem speaks to the state of my mind today. See if it says anything to yours. Be well.

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.

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2 Responses to The More Loving One

  1. Ana Daksina says:

    One can feel that this one is a bit like a great artist’s character sketch ~ tossed off casually, but done so by a master 😊

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