The Cross of the Moment

I can’t remember what I had for dinner last night or the names of all the Justices of the current Supreme Court  (and I’m a law professor), but some passages of writing I can recite from heart.   From time to time, I will post one of those passages and today is the first time.

 

We would rather be ruined than changed

We would rather die in our dread

Than climb the cross of the moment

And let our illusions die.

 

This passage is taken from W.H. Auden’s poem, The Age of Anxiety.