This lunar beauty
Has no history
Is complete and early,
If beauty later
Bear any feature
It had a lover
And is another.
This like a dream
Keeps other time
And daytime is
The loss of this,
For time is inches
And the heart's changes
Where ghost has haunted
Lost and wanted.
But this was never
A ghost's endeavor
Nor finished this,
Was ghost at ease,
And till it pass
Love shall not near
The sweetness here
Nor sorrow take
His endless look.
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I think the ghosts are past lovers.
I find it interesting how he says "this like a dream" because that just says (to me) that love is an idial vision, that it isn't actually real.
Yet Auden, in many of his poems, gives the sense that love is something everyone needs, without it, well there's nothing worse. Like, it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. His love poems interest me, and his are the only love poems I've can stand to read. -
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Moonlight offers a temporary escape from reality. It is an unequivocal beauty that puts one in a separate time and reality from that of the daytime world, a world where ghosts of the past and our memories of changes are illuminated and revealed, worrying us. These worries are forgotten in the light of the moon, which cannot be disrupted by either love or sorrow. -
Love in lunar light is soft and gentle. Yet expresses a passion all it's own that is equally as vivid, in the sun's warm glow. The ghosts are easily seen and felt, even in the light of day.
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