I think I've probably posted this poem somewhere on this blog before (but not under the Poem of the Week mantle). Frankly, I don't care. This poem is all kinds of awesome - strange and startling imagery, lilting language, and soothing rhythm. I've been thinking about this poem a lot lately, so I thought I'd post it here for all of you to enjoy.
As I Walked Out One Evening, by W.H. Auden