To-day the makeshift consolations: the shared cigarette, The cards in the candle-lit barn, and the scraping concert, The masculine jokes; to-day the Fumbled and unsatisfactory embrace before hurting. The stars are dead. The animals will not look. We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say alas but cannot help or pardon. —excerpt from Spain 1937 by W.H. Auden.
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Oh Seven Oh Four Twenty-Five
Jul 05, 2025
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