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W. H. Auden
Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 - 28 September 1973) English-born American poet
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Base Words are Uttered
- Base words are uttered only by the base
And can for such at once be understood; But noble platitudes - ah, there's a case Where the most careful scrutiny is needed To tell a voice that's genuinely good From one that's base but merely has succeeded.
The More Loving One
- 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 stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.
from the poem entitled September 1, 1939
- 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 private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night.
- Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each language pours its vain Competitive excuse…
- The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: … For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have, Not universal love But to be loved alone.
- I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.
- All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual man-in-the-street And the lie of Authority Whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.
- In a later 1955 edition the poet changed this line to "We must love one another and die" in recognition to the mortality of all people, and the ultimately unavoidable dooms of death.
- Defenceless 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 and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.
Attributed
- No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number fondly believe their wish has been granted.
- No opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
- Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.
- What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.
- When the language is corrupted, people lose faith in what they hear and this leads to violence.
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