Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted evrywhere, 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"WH Auden from September 1, 1939...
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