O look, look in the mirror O look in your distress Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald… - W. H. Auden

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.

O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.

You shall love your crooked neighbor with you crooked heart.

At first critics classified authors as Ancients, that is to say, Greek and Latin authors, and Moderns, that is to say, every post-Classical Author. Then they classified them by eras, the Augustans, the Victorians, etc., and now they classify them by decades, the writers of the '30's, '40's, etc. Very soon, it seems, they will be labeling authors, like automobiles, by the year.

A ragged urchin, aimless and alone, Loitered about that vacancy: a bird Flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone: That girls are raped, that two boys knife a third, Were axioms to him, who'd never heard Of any world where promises were kept Or one could weep because another wept.

Evil is unspectacular and always human,
And shares our bed and eats at our own table ....