After Eduardo's post of Auden's "Musee des Beaux Arts," and how it is linked in his mind to the memory of Matthew Shepard's murder. A "carved poem" of Auden's poem:
— About suffering they were never wrong . . .
Auden, “Musée des Beaux Arts”
But we understood its place.
Someone is opening a window,
passionately waiting the miraculous.
Birth always must want to happen.
A pond, the dread corner, untidy
dogs, the torturer’s innocent tree.
Everything turns away: disaster, failure.
The delicate boy goes to sail.