The poem to end all poems...

I really don't have a lot to say right now, other than I kind of look like this because of all the excellent feedback that's rolled in these past few weeks on my Star Wars/Les Mis mash-up:

Anywayssssss, my brilliant CP, Jen, totally retweeted two lines of a poem at me today that reminded her of a character in my story.  The two lines were:

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell.

Obviously, she was way on point and I proceeded to freak out on Twitter.

And look like this:

Jen, being the totally awesome person that she is, went ahead and looked up the rest of the poem, and when I read the rest of it there was a lot of this...

Because it's perfect  for my story in so many ways!

And now, here's the whole poem because I love it soooo! :)

The More Loving One

by W. H. Auden

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.