Coming late to the party
Oct. 9th, 2001 11:04 pmApparantly this is being passed around ye olde email lists. I found that interesting because I heard it September 1, 1999 on NPR. I thought it was so good that I printed it out and have had it on my wall since. It didn't occur to me that it has some unsettling signifigance now. It's always just been there for me.
SEPTEMBER 1, 1939
W.H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
( Finish the poem! )