W.H. Auden (Poetry in Motion)

Earlier this week, I posted a new poem appearing on New York's subway Poetry in Motion series. Well, another "new" poem popped up this morning on the R train, from our old friend W.H. Auden

From "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.