Defenceless under the night—W.H Auden, from "September 1, 1939," lines 99-110 (1939)
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleagured by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
Friday, November 4, 2011
'composed of Eros and of dust'
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