We're Late

W. H. AudenW. H. Auden

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Clocks cannot tell our time of day
For what event to pray
Because we have no time, because
We have no time until
We know what time we fill,
Why time is other than time was.
Nor can our question satisfy
The answer in the statue's eye:
Only the living ask whose brow
May wear the Roman laurel now;
The dead say only how. What happens to the living when we die?
Death is not understood by Death; nor You, nor I.
W. H. Auden
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W. H. Auden

1907 - 1973/Male/EnglishA poet noted for his engagement with politics, psychology, morals, love, and religion, and variety in tone, form and content.

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