April Love

A Map of Love by Donald Justice

Your face more than others' faces

Maps the half remembered places

I have come to while I slept -

Continents a dream had kept

Secret from all waking folk

Till to your face I awoke

And remembered then the shore,

And the dark interior.

The More Loving One - W.H. Auden

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 we stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the other 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.