giovedì, agosto 10, 2006

Please, Mr. Auden, tell me the truth...

(...) When it comes, will it come without warning,
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

(William H. Auden)

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