Treasure Island

WH Auden


At Last the Secret is Out


At last the secret is out,
as it always must come in the end,
the delicius story is ripe to tell
to tell to the intimate friend;
over the tea-cups and into the square
the tongues has its desire;
still waters run deep, my dear,
there's never smoke without fire.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.

For the clear voice suddently singing,
high up in the convent wall,
the scent of the elder bushes,
the sporting prints in the hall,
the croquet matches in summer,
the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
there is always a wicked secret,
a private reason for this.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Smoky Hoss (11/7/2011 12:51:00 PM)

    Who in all of human history has not had some deep ache within crying to get out? And who has not, at least in some way, tried to quell it... until finally it does burst? (Report) Reply

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