w.h. auden
looking up at the stars, i know quite well
that, for all they care, i can go to hell,
but on earth indifference is the least
we have to dread from man or beast.
how should we like it were stars to burn
with a passion for us we could not return?
if equal affection cannot be,
let the more loving one be me.
admirer as i think i am
of stars that do not give a damn
i cannot, now i see them, say
i missed one terribly all day.
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