Larry Hammer (
larryhammer) wrote2025-12-01 07:56 am
“the stars are not wanted now: put out every one; / pack up the moon and dismantle the sun”
For Poetry Monday:
The More Loving One, 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.
From his collection Homage to Clio.
---L.
Subject quote from “Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,” W.H. Auden.
The More Loving One, 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.
From his collection Homage to Clio.
---L.
Subject quote from “Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,” W.H. Auden.




