Must memorize this poem for tomorrow. Made easier by being in love with it.
This Lunar Beauty
W.H Auden
This lunar beauty
Has no history,
Is complete and early;
If beauty later
Bear any feature
It had a lover
And is another.
This like a dream
Keeps other time,
And daytime is
The loss of this;
For time is inches
And the heart's changes
Where ghost has haunted,
Lost and wanted.
But this was never
A ghost's endeavor,
Nor, finished this,
Was ghost at ease;
And till it pass
Love shall not near
The sweetness here
Nor sorrow take
His endless look.
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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