Friday, January 22, 2010

Poetry Friday: The More Loving One by WH Auden

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. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

I copied this from the Writer's Almanac, a lovely daily email newsletter that provides poems and fun info on writers in each post.


Suzette Saxton said...

I really like it! Thanks for sharing.

Teri K said...

Thank you for sharing that.
I think Writer's Almanac is wonderful. And I love his voice.

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