THE MORE LOVING ONE
by W.H. Auden
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.
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.
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.
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.
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
So I came upon this poem from a site I regularly follow, read and love - brainpickings.org. It’s a lovely poem, so thought provoking, nice, kind and everything good. By thought provoking I mean, it kept sending me to every nook and corner of my brain where I have had even my half argued thought hidden. Some things seem simple when you once read it and then starts digging deeper into your heart and mind when you are least aware. It starts making some changes in you as to who you are, increases your kindness quotient or even the wealth of wisdom. So this one is just that and will always be my go to lines in the times of need.
