lazy sunny afternoon music

The More Loving One

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.

How should we like it were the stars to burn
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.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total darkness sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

W.H. Auden (1957)

I'll see you in the morning.

a wonderful surprise from Eunice, Louisiana

A Black Cat paperback!
I love getting books in the mail -- yes, even more than I like getting shoes!
Thanks Billy, the pages smell wonderful.
I look forward to reading the Review over a lazy Sunday brunch. ^_^