Friday, September 11, 2009

Remembered Still

from September 1, 1936 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.

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame


  1. This is a great tribute to 9/11, Barbara. Wonderful.

  2. beautiful drawing -- lots of emotion.

  3. Wonderful, touching drawing. I love that poem also. One of my favorite lines from a different section is, "we must love one another or die."