Auden’s kind

by Roberto Lavidez

hearts grew

unkind

minds blind

where reason

is denied

and love

ignored

we realize

the woods

are deaf

and the sky

nurses

no one

when

wakened

from

a dream

of glory

we find

ourselves in

purgatory

someone

must pay

for our loss

of happiness

our happiness

itself

and the

silence

ripeness

and the

ripeness all

to be free

is often

to be lonely

a storm

of tears

wept in

a corner

are these

the seeds

of a

new life

the healers

and the

brilliant

talkers

the eccentrics

and the

silent

walkers

how can

we will

the knowledge

that we must

know to will

the intricate

play of

the mind

enforce

conformity

with the

orthodox

bone

hearts which

alter

but is

the same

always

earth in love

or in hate

our occupation

leaves no

trace on

this place

where nothing

could have

suffered

sinned

or grown

heroes

are buried

who did not

believe in

death

to be

invisible

and free

without

remorse

earth’s

darkness

invents

the blaze

of heaven

and each life

must itself

decide

to what

and how

it be

applied

why

we’re all

like people

acting in

a play

you must

behave

as if

this were

not strange

at all

occupy

the time

in purely

random

thinking

the centre

that

I cannot

find

is known

to my

unconscious

mind

though

considerate

and mild

and low

the voices of

the questioners

how grandly

would our

virtues

bloom

in a more

conscionable

dust

I must 

take charge

of the 

liquid fire

and storm

the cities

of human

desire

I am

the solitude

that asks

and promises

nothing

©robertolavidez2014