Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame
from
W.H. Auden, "September 1, 1939"
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@A_Jay_Adler The center that i cannot find
Is known to my unconcious mind
I have no reason to despair
Because I am already there.
my favorite Auden
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