The More Loving One - Wystan Hugh 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.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky,
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.