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time, and truth; from “Aubade,” by W. A. Auden

. . .But Time, the domain of Deeds,
calls for a complex Grammar
with many Moods and Tenses,
and prime the Imperative.
We are free to choose our paths
but choose We must, no matter
where they lead, and the tales We
tell of the Past must be true. . .


What is Love?

Auden says:

Some say that love’s a little boy,

and some say it’s a bird;

some say it makes the world go round,

and some say that’s absurd.

And when I asked the man next-door,

who looked as if he knew,

his wife got very cross indeed,

and said it wouldn’t do.

He continues by considering various things such as whether its odour reminds one of llamas, whether it will trod on his toes on the bus.


e.e. cummings says:

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky


When I ask my son (17), he says it’s “something that rocks.”

Ah, the wisdom of teens.


I find myself often thinking about how important it is; that we feel loved. How it can color our whole existence, our whole outlook, our own self-image. How we can spend our whole lives looking for it, how strong yet fragile it is. Cummings gets it best because what he says makes sense on one level, but doesn’t if you parse it too closely; it’s undefinable, but it’s everything.


What is love?

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