Sunday, June 28, 2015

Poetry Sunday

Since the Supreme Court this week created mass hysteria  by declaring that marriage between same-sex couples is legal, I thought a poem about love might be appropriate ...

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.

Love the one you want. Just don't expect everyone to understand or approve.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.



Brandi said...

I don't see what's so special about stars also.

Mike said...

Very few people, if anybody, will understand everything about you.

Elvis Wearing a Bra on His Head said...

Great perspective and advice about love.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

I like the poem. It's better to love, even if you are not loved in return. I guess.

Grand Crapaud said...

You can also get used to a lack of love, it says.