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Jeremiah Lamenting the Destruction of Jerusalem, by Rembrandt
W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden

Talking to Myself

Time, we both know, will decay You, and already
I’m scared of our divorce: I’ve seen some horrid ones.
Remember: when Le bon Dieu says to You Leave him!,
Please, please, for His sake and mine, pay no attention
To my piteous Don’ts, but bugger off quickly.

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