A picture. An epitaph.

pregnant pause

Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

W.H. Auden, “September 1, 1939”

2 comments

  1. I've never understood why Auden removed that from his works. Luckily, his decision is ignored by most. That poem sums our situation up right now the best.

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