Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
- Auden
1 comment:
i saw it from your LJ and came over here to check, but didn't comment the first time. ee. hehehe. it's cuter than a tic tac.
-lenni
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