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  • Who's Who
    A shilling life will give you all the facts:
    How Father beat him, how he ran away,
    What were the struggles of his youth, what acts
    Made him the greatest figure of his day;...
  • Voltaire At Ferney
    Almost happy now, he looked at his estate.
    An exile making watches glanced up as he passed,
    And went on working; where a hospital was rising fast
    A joiner touched his cap; an agent came to tell...
  • Three Short Poems
    “The underground roads
    Are, as the dead prefer them,
    Always tortuous.”
    ...
  • The Unknown Citizen
    (To JS/07/M/378/ This Marble Monument
    Is Erected by the State)

    He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be...
  • The Two
    You are the town and we are the clock.
    We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
    The Two.
    On your left and on your right...
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Away 11 Never 10 I Love You 10 Love 10 Night 9 Time 8 World 8 Sky 8 Life 7 Children 7


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Archieg1946: men of letters at work. —jacques barzun, w. h. auden, and lionel trilling.
Allonfire: some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they should never bother about. w.h. auden
Eileenbernhard8: collected poems of w. h. auden [bcagofo]
Asiyamiya: i wanted to know but was only allowed to ask, i wanted light but was only allowed to burn. i demanded the ineffable but was only allowed to live. i complained, but nobody understood what i meant. - pär lagerkvist (trans. w.h. auden & l. sjöberg) sudek, broken madonna. 1945
Wsj: igor stravinsky’s 1951 hogarth-inspired opera, "the rake’s progress," surpasses mere pastiche by giving tropes of the genre a twist
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