words by Mr. Wystan Hugh Auden (and pictures by teamgloria)

darlings

we felt words from Auden would do Well today.

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Grateful, I slept till a morning that would not say
How much it believed of what I said the storm had said
But quietly drew my attention to what had been done
—So many cubic metres the more in my cistern
Against a leonine summer—, putting first things first:
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.

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Woken, I lay in the arms of my own warmth and listened
To a storm enjoying its storminess in the winter dark
Till my ear, as it can when half-asleep or half-sober,
Set to work to unscramble that interjectory uproar,
Construing its airy vowels and watery consonants
Into a love-speech indicative of a Proper Name.

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

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Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find the mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.

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We must love one another or die.

have you ever heard Mr. Auden speak? it’s glorious. 

SUCH an Imperious and Perceptive and sly voice……the way he says “sacred” (say-crud.) and “beautiful” (be-yo-ti-ful – lyrical and slipping over the Vowels elegantly and trippingly).

what news from Your part of the world, darlings?

*lookscuriouslyintotheinterweb*

 

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