The people have spoken, but I have not listened. (Well, except for the subtitle.) I don't know if everyone recognized the Auden reference and hated it, or if it just passed unnoticed, but I, at least, think that the line from "Musee des Beaux Arts" best captures both my own somewhat untidy tendencies and the typically trivial, dogs-go-on-with-their-doggy-life nature of my blog. I do the reverent, passionate waiting in private; here, on the internet, you'll only find me skating on a pond at the edge of the wood.
Metaphorically, of course. "On a pond" implies a distinct lack of handrails for me to grip as I ice skate, and I'm sure I don't like that idea.