Thursday, February 26, 2009

as i walked out one evening.

"O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress;
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

"O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart."

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming
And the deep river ran on.
-W. H. Auden

2 comments:

let's go. said...

never quite as bad as you make it out to be.

Anonymous said...

I really liked this. Why? I donno, but I did.
I love you.
A.R.