Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Their Lonely Betters

I subscribe to an email newsletter that sends out a poem a day. Today I received this one by W.H. Auden. I really like it so here it is:

Their Lonely Betters

As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade
To all the noises that my garden made,
It seemed to me only proper that words
Should be withheld from vegetables and birds.
A robin with no Christian name ran through
The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew,
And rustling flowers for some third party waited
To say which pairs, if any, should get mated.

Not one of them was capable of lying,
There was not one which knew that it was dying
Or could have with a rhythm or a rhyme
Assumed responsibility for time.

Let them leave language to their lonely betters
Who count some days and long for certain letters;
We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep:
Words are for those with promises to keep.

I leave tomorrow morning for Bangkok. I've already laid out my big girl pants (erm, the clothes I'm going to wear tomorrow) and most everything else is spread out on my floor waiting to be tucked into my backpack. Time to go travel the world!

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