W. H. Auden Life Poems

  • 1.
    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;
    ...
  • 2.
    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
    ...
  • 3.
    I sit in one of the dives
    On Fifty-second Street
    Uncertain and afraid
    As the clever hopes expire
    ...
  • 4.
    About suffering they were never wrong,
    The Old Masters; how well, they understood
    Its human position; how it takes place
    While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
    ...
  • 5.
    Not as that dream Napoleon, rumour's dread and centre,
    Before who's riding all the crowds divide,
    Who dedicates a column and withdraws,
    Nor as that general favourite and breezy visitor
    ...
  • 6.
    If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
    Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly
    Because it dissolves in water. Mark these rounded slopes
    With their surface fragrance of thyme and, beneath,
    ...
  • 7.
    As I walked out one evening,
    Walking down Bristol Street,
    The crowds upon the pavement
    Were fields of harvest wheat.
    ...
Total 7 Life Poems by W. H. Auden

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