Undercurrents

We must love one another or die.—W.H. Auden (September 1, 1939) How can I think about love at this time when a madman wages war, the most massive military assault in Europe since World War II? How can I think of anything except love at this time? Auden’s powerful poem...

Love. The verb, the imperative. Love. Not the romantic kind, but the deliberate, the conscious, the commandment. As Valentine’s Day approached, with its bloody history, expectations, and sentimental kissy-face trappings, my thoughts turned to another kind of love: the...