Starless are the nights of travel,—W.H. Auden, from "Lady, weeping at the crossroads," lines 9–16 (1940)
Bleak the winter wind;
Run with terror all before you
And regret behind.
Run until you hear the ocean's
Everlasting cry;
Deep though it may be and bitter
You must drink it dry.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Run with terror all before you
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I discovered last night that Carla Bruni (yes, President Sarkozy's wife) set this entire poem to music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxTqoPLEcek. It's a track on her second album, released in January 2007.
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