a bit of Yeats

I know it's not Poetry Friday, but it is the beginning of September, so I thought of these words from Auden's September 1, 1939:


I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odor of death
Offends the September night.....
We must love one another or die.

Here's to a new month--the month of schools beginning and the leaning towards autumnal days.