O Tell Me the Truth About Love
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.
Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham at a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a conforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as heiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.
Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The back of railway-guides.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
I looked inside the summer-house,
It wasn't ever there,
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air,
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chickenrun,
Or underneath the bed.
Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has its views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.
When it comes, will it come without warning,
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.
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Poem Title: O Tell Me the Truth About Love
Original Poet: Wystan Hugh Auden
Overview
The poem is a playful, almost whimsical inquiry into the nature of love. Auden adopts a conversational tone that alternates between childlike wonder and adult skepticism, asking absurd questions that subvert conventional metaphors. The repeated refrain “O tell me the truth about love” functions as both a literal request and a meta-commentary on how elusive, contradictory, and culturally contingent the concept of love can be.
Structure & Form
- Stanzaic Pattern: The poem is divided into several stanzas of varying length, each beginning with a question that sets up an image or metaphor.
- Repetition: The refrain appears at the end of each stanza, reinforcing the central theme and creating a rhythmic anchor.
- Meter & Rhyme: Auden employs a loose, almost free-verse meter with occasional internal rhymes and alliterations. The rhyme scheme is irregular, mirroring the unpredictability of love.
Key Themes & Motifs
- Identity of Love: Through comparisons to animals, objects, and sounds (“little boy,” “bird,” “howl like a hungry Alsatian”), the poem interrogates what love *is* and whether it can be categorized.
- Social Commentary: Lines referencing “Transatlantic boats,” “suicides,” and “railway guides” hint at the cultural ubiquity of love—present in literature, tragedy, and mundane travel.
- Irony & Playfulness: The absurdity of asking whether love smells like llamas or is “prickly to touch as a hedge” injects humor, suggesting that love may be more absurd than we admit.
- Uncertainty & Anxiety: The repeated doubts (“Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?”) reflect a fear that love may intrude or overwhelm.
Poetic Devices
- Metaphor & Simile: Extensive use of these figures creates vivid, often nonsensical images.
- Alliteration & Assonance: “saw or a Steinway Grand” and “tread in the bus on my toes” provide musicality.
- Paradox: Love is both “a little boy” and “a bird,” simultaneously tangible and intangible.
- Repetition: The refrain grounds the poem while underscoring its interrogative nature.
Interpretive Angles
- Philosophical Inquiry: The poem may be read as a meditation on the limits of language when describing emotions.
- Satirical Lens: By juxtaposing serious cultural references with absurd questions, Auden critiques how society trivializes or over-romanticizes love.
- Psychological Perspective: The repeated doubts and imagery suggest an underlying anxiety about vulnerability.
Conclusion
Auden’s poem invites readers to confront the contradictory, often paradoxical nature of love. Through playful language and relentless questioning, he reveals that the “truth” about love may lie not in definitive answers but in the very act of questioning itself.
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