PoemThe More Loving One By W. H. Auden October 21, 2020 Share0 Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us, we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time. ― By W. H. Auden Subscribe to Motivational Wizard Get a weekly email magazine jam-packed with all the best posts from Motivational Wizard.