I sit in one of the drives
On fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odor of death
Offends the September night".
--- W.H. Auden
September 1, 1939
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/september-1-1939
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