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opos is we could say to him Well	A
we can read to ourselves our use	B
of holy numbers would shock you and a poet	C
may lament 'Where is Telford	D
whose bridged canals are still a Shropshire glory	E
where Muir who on a Douglas Spruce	B
rode out a storm and called an earthquake noble	F
where Mr Vynyian Board	G
thanks to whose life long fuss the hunted whale now suffers	H
a quicker death ' without being	I
called an idiot though none of them bore arms or	J
made a public splash then Look	K
we would point for a dig at Athens Here	L
is the place where we cook	K
Though built in Lower Austria	M
do it yourself America	M
prophetically blueprinted this	N
palace kitchen for kingdoms	O
where royalty would be incognito for an age when	P
Courtesy might think From your voice	Q
and the back of your neck I know we shall get on	R
but cannot tell from your thumbs	O
who is to give the orders The right note is harder	S
to hear than in the Age of Poise	T
when She talked shamelessly to her maid and sang	U
noble lies with Him but struck	V
it can be still in New Knossos where if I am	W
banned by a shrug it is my fault	X
not Father's as it is my taste whom	Y
I put below the salt	X
The prehistoric hearthstone	R
round as a birthday button	R
and sacred to Granny is as old	Z
stuff as the bowel loosening	I
nasal war cry but this all electric room	Y
where ghosts would feel uneasy	E
a witch at a loss is numinous and again	R
the centre of a dwelling	I
not as lately it was an abhorrent dungeon	R
where the warm unlaundered meiny	R
belched their comic prose and from a dream of which	A2
chaste Milady awoke blushing	I
House proud deploring labor extolling work	B2
these engines politely insist	C2
that banausics can be liberals	D2
a cook a pure artist	E2
who moves Everyman	R
at a deeper level than	R
Mozart for the subject of the verb	F2
to hunger is never a name	G2
dear Adam and Eve had different bottoms	O
but the neotene who marches	H2
upright and can subtract reveals a belly	E
like a serpent's with the same	G2
vulnerable look Jew Gentile or Pigmy	E
he must get his calories	I2
before he can consider her profile or	J
his own attack you or play chess	J2
and take what there is however hard to get down	R
then surely those in whose creed	K2
God is edible may call a fine	R
omelet a Christian deed	K2
The sin of Gluttony	E
is ranked among the Deadly	E
Seven but in murder mysteries	I2
one can be sure the gourmet	L2
didn't do it children brave warriors out of a job	M2
can weigh pounds more than they should	N2
and one can dislike having to kiss them yet	O2
compared with the thin lipped they	L2
are seldom detestable Some waiter grieves	P2
for the worst dead bore to be a good	N2
trencherman and no wonder chefs mature into	Q2
choleric types doomed to observe	R2
Beauty peck at a master dish their one reward	G
to behold the mutually hostile	F
mouth and eyes of a sinner married	K2
at the first bite of a smile	S2
The houses of our City	E
are real enough but they lie	T2
haphazardly scattered over the earth	U2
and Her vagabond forum	V2
is any space where two of us happen to meet	W2
who can spot a citizen	R
without papers So too can her foes Where the	M
power lies remains to be seen	R
the force though is clearly with them perhaps only	E
by falling can She become	V2
Her own Vision but we have sworn under four eyes	X2
to keep Her up all we ask for	J
should the night come when comets blaze and meres break	Y2
is a good dinner that we	E
may march in high fettle left foot first	Z2
to hold her Thermopylae	E

Wystan Hugh Auden

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