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RCdeWinter: How about a little W. H. Auden?
Seekerofstars: "Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros & of dust...
Show an affirming flame."
-- W.H. Auden
misni_p: "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…
StStephenEC4N: Meanwhile, a silence on the cross,
As dead as we shall ever be,
Speaks of some total gain or loss,
And you and I are free
(From Friday's Child by W.H.Auden written in memory of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, martyred at Flossenbürg, April 9, 1945)
rbnpepper: At Last the Secret is Out, by W. H. Auden.
BelindaGreb: "Learn from your dreams what you lack." W. H. Auden Ghostly Beauty by Belinda Greb wild horses mustang Oregon
GJGreenlea: W.H Auden, from his poem, "September 1, 1939."
soyourelikethat: The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W H Auden
ArthurLWood: May these delights we dread to lose,
This privacy, need no excuse
But to that strength belong,
As through a child’s rash happy cries
The drowned parental voices rise
In unlamenting song.
W. H. Auden
I see no better counter to the bleakness than to rise in unlamenting song.
jfkantrowitz: "Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast."
~W. H. Auden
jfletchermd: I know that the piece takes its title from a W.H. Auden poem - but this commemoration seems eerily appropriate today.
travelfarnow: Truth, like love and sleep, resents
Approaches that are too intense.
— W.H. Auden
parisreview: “I’m very fond of my food.” —W. H. Auden
yjerden: Today's poem is 'No, Plato, No' by W. H. Auden. And for once the scan isn't wonky.
CapShower: I believe it was W.H. Auden who said:
“Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye”
ericrnolan1: “Good little sunbeams must learn to fly,
“But it’s madly ungay when the goldfish die.”
— Adrian and Francisco, from W.H. Auden’s “The Sea and the Mirror”
StevenFrattali: Day and Auden.
nicoscosc: "Not only would most genuine writers prefer to have no biography written; they would also prefer, were it practically feasible, that their writings were published anonymously."
― W. H. Auden
(from his introduction to Shakespeare's sonnets)
gplewis: "Some think they're strong, some think they're smart,
Like butterflies they're pulled apart,
America can break your heart.
You don’t know all, sir, you don’t know all."
— W.H. Auden
tomdillane1: When you're reading an article about a great writer and think halfway through 'this journo is pretty good themselves' and then look to see that it's W.H. Auden...
milhistbuff3: Reminds me of W. H. Auden's famous line from Night Mail, "Who can bear to feel himself forgotten"
chanomkaimoong: - anna karenina
- salomé
- the plague
- the sun also rises
- the man and the sea
- one hundred years of solitude
- five days in paris
- paradise lost
- dan brown
- the vegetarian
- les misérables
- mother
- the outsider
- lolita
- w.h. auden
nathanheller: A really lovely Critics piece, by W. H. Auden.
dragsquire: The poem is The More Loving One abt W.H. Auden
woozie_m: I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
- W.H.Auden, 1st September, 1939
poetrypotion: "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language."
—W. H. Auden
KitchensNicolas: "To choose what is difficult all ones days, as if it were easy, that is faith."
W. H. Auden
MikesJokesEtc: We are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I don't know. -W H Auden
KateykooKate: Poem of the day: Today W.H. Auden speaks for this island. Or maybe just my island?
neurosocialself: Yet truth, like love and sleep, resents
Approaches that are too intense.
W H Auden • New Year Letter