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Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.
from ‘At Last the Secret is Out’ by W.H. Auden (via hermionejg)

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Time Coughs When You Would Kiss…

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On the incorrectness of forever… As I Walked Out One Evening   by W. H. Auden 


As I walked out one evening,
  Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
  Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
  I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
  ”Love has no ending.

“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
  Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
  And the salmon sing in the street,

“I’ll love you till the ocean
  Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
  Like geese about the sky.

“The years shall run like rabbits,
  For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
  And the first love of the world.”

But all the clocks in the city
  Began to whirr and chime:
“O let not Time deceive you,
  You cannot conquer Time.

“In the burrows of the Nightmare
  Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
  And coughs when you would kiss.

“In headaches and in worry
  Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
  To-morrow or to-day.

“Into many a green valley
  Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
  And the diver’s brilliant bow.

“O plunge your hands in water,
  Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
  And wonder what you’ve missed.

“The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
  The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
  A lane to the land of the dead.

“Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
  And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
  And Jill goes down on her back.

“O look, look in the mirror?
  O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
  Although you cannot bless.

“O stand, stand at the window
  As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
  With your crooked heart.”

It was late, late in the evening,
  The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
  And the deep river ran on. 

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