Category Archives: Auden Wystan Hugh

The Letter by W. H. Auden

From the very first coming down Into a new valley with a frown Because of the sun and a lost way. You certainly remain: to-day I, crouching behind a sheep-pen, heard Travel across a sudden bird, Cry out against the … Continue reading

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Epitaph on a Tyrant by W. H. Auden

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable … Continue reading

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Leap Before You Look by W. H. Auden

The sense of danger must not disappear: The way is certainly both short and steep, However gradual it may look from here; Look if you like, but you will have to leap. Tough minded men get mushy in their sleep … Continue reading

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September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our … Continue reading

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The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

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 … Continue reading

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One Evening by W. H. Auden

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no … Continue reading

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Funeral Blues by W H Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the … Continue reading

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