W. H. Auden Time Poems

  • 1.
    (To JS/07/M/378/ This Marble Monument
    Is Erected by the State)

    He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
    ...
  • 2.
    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.
    ...
  • 3.
    Sir, no man's enemy, forgiving all
    But will his negative inversion, be prodigal:
    Send to us power and light, a sovereign touch
    Curing the intolerable neural itch,
    ...
  • 4.
    Lay your sleeping head, my love,
    Human on my faithless arm;
    Time and fevers burn away
    Individual beauty from
    ...
  • 5.
    Lay your sleeping head, my love,
    Human on my faithless arm;
    Time and fevers burn away
    Individual beauty from
    ...
  • 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.
    Time will say nothing but I told you so,
    Time only knows the price we have to pay;
    If I could tell you I would let you know.

    ...
  • 8.
    As I walked out one evening,
    Walking down Bristol Street,
    The crowds upon the pavement
    Were fields of harvest wheat.
    ...
Total 8 Time Poems by W. H. Auden

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