Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
Auden doesn’t curse much in his poetry. He actually discusses foul language in a  short untitled poem . 
 Base words are uttered only by the base And can for such at once be understood 
 He curses intentionally here to create a bitter and minimalistic tone. This is not a flowery sentiment and thus does not require flowery language. 
 Note the uncertainty creeping in the speaker’s thoughts – he only “thinks” of himself as an admirer.
The More Loving One