In an upper room at midnight
See us gathered on behalf
Of love according to the gospel
Of the radio-phonograph.
Lou is telling Anne what Molly
Said to Mark behind her back;
Jack likes Jill who worships George
Who has the hots for Jack.
Catechumens make their entrance;
Steep enthusiastic eyes
Flicker after tits and baskets;
Someone vomits; someone cries.
Willy cannot bear his father,
Lillian is afraid of kids;
The Love that rules the sun and stars
Permits what He forbids.
Adrian's pleasure-loving dachsund
In a sinner's lap lies curled;
Drunken absent-minded fingers
Pat a sinless world.
Who is Jenny lying to
In her call, Collect, to Rome?
The Love that made her out of nothing
Tells me to go home.
But that Miss Number in the corner
Playing hard to get...
I am sorry I'm not sorry...
Make me chaste, Lord, but not yet.
~ W. H. Auden
No comments:
Post a Comment