Friday, January 15, 2016


O plunge your hands in water, 
Plunge them in up to the wrist; 
Stare, stare in the basin,
And wonder what you’ve missed.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

~W.H. Auden


  1. A strange poem. Thank you for sharing it. I guess that even in our most mundane moments we see something beyond the here and now. If only we could always be contented.

    1. It is a strange poem, but it seemed fitting for the end of a strange, sad week.

  2. The Nightmail is one of my favourite poems and I often recite it when I am standing in Norwich station talking to myself.
    Very Auden to always find the right way to say something simple.