Mood : half-witted and laziness!
Listening to : What goes around comes around : Justin Timberlake
It is always during exam time that I find good books and good poetry and realize that I dont have time to appreciate them. Found Auden, but dont have time to love him.
This entry is under the tag of American poet. Auden was partially an American. Wasn't born there but found refuge and comfort there. I've attached a fragment of his poem called September 1, 1939. A dirge on war. Beautiful and simple, as poetry should be.
This entry is under the tag of American poet. Auden was partially an American. Wasn't born there but found refuge and comfort there. I've attached a fragment of his poem called September 1, 1939. A dirge on war. Beautiful and simple, as poetry should be.
September 1, 1939
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
