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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 darkness sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
1957
Copyright 1976
Wystan Hugh Auden
1907-1973
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise
On Auden's grave marker, in Kirchstetten, lower Austria
| go to "The Watershed" | go to "The Secret Agent" |
| go to "Lullaby" | go to "Their Lonely Betters" |
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