Law, like love and Stop all the clocks – W H Auden

Taking a cue from the recent events in Pakistan, Ammar Qureshi has contributed a beautiful poem by Auden in a newspaper. I love the last lines:

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.

Law is the wisdom of the old,
The impotent grandfathers feebly scold;
The grandchildren put out a treble tongue,
Law is the senses of the young.

Law, says the priest with a priestly look,
Expounding to an unpriestly people,
Law is the words in my priestly book,
Law is my pulpit and my steeple.

Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose,
Speaking clearly and most severely,
Law is as I’ve told you before,
Law is as you know I suppose,
Law is but let me explain it once more,
Law is The Law.

Yet law-abiding scholars write:
Law is neither wrong nor right,
Law is only crimes
Punished by places and by times,
Law is the clothes men wear
Anytime, anywhere,
Law is Good morning and Good night.

Others say, Law is our Fate;
Others say, Law is our State;
Others say, others say
Law is no more,
Law has gone away.

And always the loud angry crowd,
Very angry and very loud,
Law is We,
And always the soft idiot softly Me.

If we, dear, know we know no more
Than they about the Law,
If I no more than you
Know what we should and should not do
Except that all agree
Gladly or miserably
That the Law is
And that all know this
If therefore thinking it absurd
To identify Law with some other word,
Unlike so many men
I cannot say Law is again,

No more than they can we suppress
The universal wish to guess
Or slip out of our own position
Into an unconcerned condition.
Although I can at least confine
Your vanity and mine
To stating timidly
A timid similarity,
We shall boast anyvay:
Like love I say.

Like love we don’t know where or why,
Like love we can’t compel or fly,
Like love we often weep,
Like love we seldom keep.

Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 — 29 September 1973) was an Anglo-American poet. Auden’s varied works throughout his life dealt with intellectual and moral issues of public concern as well as with the inner world of fantasy and dream. This poem was published in 1939

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5 Comments to “Law, like love and Stop all the clocks – W H Auden”

  1. I love ‘Stop all the Clocks’.

    How about this one from ‘Three Short Poems’

    “Leaning out over
    The dreadful precipice,
    One contemptuous tree.”
    (W.H Auden)

  2. Sabahat
    Many thanks for visiting and reminder of these amazing lines. What a powerful image and so well composed..
    Raza

  3. ‘Ewas my Norf, me Souf, me East and West,
    Me working week and me Sundy’s rest,
    Me moon, me midnight, me talk, me song;
    I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

    Ah, Auden of York!

  4. your man Shahzad R you cat.

  5. your man Shahzad R you cat

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