I t reminds me of a poem by W.H. Auden "The Age of Anxiety" I read in school time.
The thene here is quite similar. The lines that I still remember "The world needs a wash and a week's rest. 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"
I t reminds me of a poem by W.H. Auden "The Age of Anxiety" I read in school time.
The thene here is quite similar.
The lines that I still remember
"The world needs a wash and a week's rest.
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"