W.H. Auden - The More Loving One

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.



1957

Copyright 1976



WEBMASTER'S NOTE: For a while, this page had an error in the second to last line of the poem. It said 'darkness' instead of 'dark.' My sincere apologies for the error.

NPR has Auden reading this poem on their website.

Wystan Hugh Auden

1907-1973

In the prison of his days

Teach the free man how to praise





On Auden's grave marker, in Kirchstetten, lower Austria