Sunday, July 7, 2013

The Ogre

“The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach:
The Ogre cannot master speech.

About a subjugated plain,
Among it's desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.”

― W.H. Auden, Selected Poems
 — at Hungary, 1968.