This weeks’ poem is taken from Selected Poems by W.H. Auden.
This lunar beauty Has no history Is complete and early; If beauty later Bear any feature It had a lover And is another. This like a dream Keeps another time And daytime is The loss of this; For time is inches And the heart's changes Where ghost has haunted Lost and wanted. But this was never A ghost's endeavour Nor finished this, Was ghost at ease; And till it pass Love shall not near The sweetness here Nor sorrow take His endless look.