Sunday, December 31, 2006

Exit 06

W. H. Auden

Sir, no man’s enemy, forgiving all
But will his negative inversion, be prodigal:
Send to us power and light, a sovereign touch
Curing the intolerable neural itch,
The exhaustion of weaning, the liar’s quinsy,
And the distortions of ingrown virginity.
Prohibit sharply the rehearsed response
And gradually correct the coward’s stance;
Cover in time with beams those in retreat
That, spotted, they turn though the reverse were great;
Publish each healer that in city lives
Or country houses at the end of drives;
Harrow the house of the dead; look shining at
New styles of architecture, a change of heart.

Best wishes and new resolve for the year ahead.


Anonymous said...

At times, Auden can be title making machine for painters like me.

Anonymous said...

". . .can be a title making machine. . ." is what I meant to say.

We gots some sticky and non-responsive keeeeeeys on this ol Dell.

highlowbetween said...

I'll forgive the loss of an "a"