"What's Left of My Love, Asked Youth"
The windiest militant trash/ Important Persons shout/ Is not so crude as our wish:/ What mad Nikinsky wrote/ About Diaghilev/ Is true of the normal heart;/ For the error bred in the bone/ Of each woman and each man/ Craves what it cannot have,/ Not universal love/ But to be loved alone.
- W. H. Auden, from "September 1, 1939"
TITLE - "What's Left of My Love, Asked Youth"
WHERE - Stanley Park, Vancouver, British Columbia (2014)