Not to enchant but an unnamed need for order, for rhythm, for form, which three words are opposed to chaos and nothingness. --Czeslaw Milosz
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02 December 2017

The More Loving One
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973
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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