... The sky would only wait Till all my breath was gone And then reiterate As if I wasn't there That singular command I do not understand, Bless what the

... The sky would only wait Till all my breath was gone And then reiterate As if I wasn't there That singular command I do not understand, Bless what there is for being, Which has to be obeyed, for What else am I made for, Agreeing or disagreeing? Auden, "precious five"