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Wandering Muse

@seekingeuterpe / seekingeuterpe.tumblr.com

Vocal musician in constant search of favor with Euterpe. Amongst other things. NYC. Not all who wander are lost. Inquire within.
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Richard Avedon     Poet W. H. Auden, St. Marks Place, New York City     1960

   Now the leaves are falling fast,    Nurse’s flowers will not last;    Nurses to the graves are gone,    And the prams go rolling on.

   Whispering neighbours, left and right,    Pluck us from the real delight;    And the active hands must freeze    Lonely on the separate knees.

   Dead in hundreds at the back    Follow wooden in our track,    Arms raised stiffly to reprove    In false attitudes of love.

   Starving through the leafless wood    Trolls run scolding for their food;    And the nightingale is dumb,    And the angel will not come.

   Cold, impossible, ahead    Lifts the mountain’s lovely head    Whose white waterfall could bless    Travelers in their last distress.

– W. H. Auden, “Autumn Song”  1936

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