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Wednesday, February 15, 2006


O tell me the truth about love.

Some say love's a little boy,
And some say its a bird.
Some say it makes the world go around,
Some say that's absurd.
And when i asked the man next door
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed
And said it wouldn't do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft a eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.

Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
Its quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Account of suicides
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway guides.

Doesit howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;
it wasn't over there;
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken run,
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usuallt sik on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning,
Just as i'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

-W.H. Auden.

i love this poem (:

and sli rehearsal today was so long and so draggy and i was so tired cos i had maths tuition straight after that so i almost died. argh so sleepy now but i can't sleep. howhowhow. another long day tmr.

ah what the heck.
BYE.

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