To indulge and share my love of poetry, I have decided to post a Poem of the Week. Future poems will be those I’ve loved for a long time, or poems I’ve just discovered. I will aim for variety, although love will be a strong theme in many I choose.
This first, ‘If I Could Tell You’ by W.H. Auden is one of my all-time favourite poems. For me, it portrays the unknowability of the future, and our very human need to know the impossible – whether our love will last forever.
It lends itself excellently to being read aloud, in a slow, melancholy rhythm. That said, I often can’t get through the third stanza without a lump in my throat and a break in my voice.
For all those that have been frightened of letting go and falling in love. I hope you enjoy it.
If I could tell you
W.H. Auden
W.H. Auden
Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
A very fine poem.
ReplyDeleteI agree Joe. This poem has been close to my heart for a long time. I'm glad you liked it.
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