..Defenseless 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. from "1 September 1939" by W.H. Auden
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Wednesday, January 29, 2020
..our world in stupor lies...
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