Saturday, April 26

"The History of Truth" as Auden recites it



In that age when being was believing,
Truth was the most many credibles,
More first, more always, than a bat-winged lion,
A fish-tailed dog or eagle-headed fish,
The least like morals, doubted by their deaths.

Truth was their model as they strove to build
A world of lasting objects to believe in,
Without believing earthenware and legend,
Archway and song, were truthful or untruthful:
The Truth was there already to be true.

This while when, practical like paper-dishes,
Truth is convertible to kilowatts,
Our last to do by is an anti-model
Some untruth anyone can give the lie to,
A nothing no one need believe is there.

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