Posted on Wednesday, November 16, 2011 in Courage
At Last The Secret Is Out – W.H. Auden
At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.
For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall,
The scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
There is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this.
So few official stories are true. Much authority stays in power through deceit.
Jerry Sandusky, the former Penn State coach and accused pedophile, says he is innocent and was just horsing around in the shower with the boys.
Poetry has a way of cutting through the official lies. “Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.”
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