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Dear Labrys blog,

Today I saw Allison, a Labrys grad, at lunch. It was wild and amazing and made me feel like I had stepped into a magical time vortex which lead to countless weird philosophical musings, poems and reflections on science fiction television. So, I have decided to post a poem on time, and to spare you from Milton, have decided on Auden, which, while still depressing, I just like far better - it's more readable. But anyways...

Villanelle

Time can 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 can 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 can 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?
Time can say nothing but I told you so.
If I could tell you, I would let you know. 

WH Auden


P.S. Allison it was great to see you! Have a lovely weekend back home. : )