Den ukentlige utfordringen hos Flukten fra virkeligheten: del ett par setninger fra en bok du leser nå på bloggen din.
Ukens smakebit er fra nettsiden Poets.org, mer spesifikt W. H. Audens The More Loving One. Jeg leser sjelden dikt, men det er noe med Audens dikt som bare drar meg inn.
The More Loving One Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. 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.