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Calypso W. H. Auden
"Calypso" by W. H. Auden, released in 1940, is a lyrical exploration of love, longing, and the bittersweet nature of human experience. The poem blends elements of Caribbean calypso music with reflective themes on life and relationships, emphasizing joy amidst sorrow. Its unique rhythmic structure and vivid imagery create a lasting cultural resonance. #Calypso
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Driver drive faster and make a good run
Down the Springfield Line under the shining sun.
Fly like an aeroplane, don’t pull up short
Till you brake for Grand Central Station, New York.
For there in the middle of the waiting-hall
Should be standing the one that I love best of all.
If he’s not there to meet me when I get to town
I’ll stand on the side-walk with tears rolling down.
For he is the one that I love to look on,
The acme of kindness and perfection.
He presses my hand and he says he loves me,
Which I find an admirable peculiarity.
The woods are bright green on both sides of the line,
The trees have their loves though they’re different from mine.
But the poor fat old banker in the sun-parlour car
Has no one to love him except his cigar.
If I were the Head of the Church or the State,
I’d powder my nose and just tell them to wait.
Down the Springfield Line under the shining sun.
Fly like an aeroplane, don’t pull up short
Till you brake for Grand Central Station, New York.
For there in the middle of the waiting-hall
Should be standing the one that I love best of all.
If he’s not there to meet me when I get to town
I’ll stand on the side-walk with tears rolling down.
For he is the one that I love to look on,
The acme of kindness and perfection.
He presses my hand and he says he loves me,
Which I find an admirable peculiarity.
The woods are bright green on both sides of the line,
The trees have their loves though they’re different from mine.
But the poor fat old banker in the sun-parlour car
Has no one to love him except his cigar.
If I were the Head of the Church or the State,
I’d powder my nose and just tell them to wait.
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