On This Rainy Day. . .   Leave a comment


Image: On This Rainy Day — kenne

On This Rainy Day. . .

. . . I share the following:

. . . he went his way,
Down among the Lost People like Dante, down
To the stinking fosse where the injured
Lead the ugly life of the rejected.

And showed us what evil is: not as we thought
Deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith,
Our dishonest mood of denial,
The concupiscence of he oppressor.

And if something of the autocratic pose,
The paternal strictness he distrusted, still
Clung to his utterance and features,
It was a protective imitation
For one who lived among enemies so long:
If often he was wrong and at times absurd,
To us he is no more a person
Now but a whole climate of opinion. . . .

–W.H. Auden, “In Memory of Sigmund Freud”


Posted March 25, 2009 by kenneturner in Photography, Poetry

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