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WH Auden


In Memory of W.B. Yeats


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He disappeared in the dead of winter:
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  • Dr.mahesh Bhatnagar (2/7/2010 7:44:00 AM)

    In Memory of W.B.Yeats is Auden's earnest, direct and mainly expression of his personal
    feelings of grief and sorrow at the death of the great poet.It is among the more represen-
    tative and memorable poems of the earlier phase of Auden's development as a poet.It
    reveals his social and human concern, contains beautiful descriptions of the landscape
    in winter, and conveys his views on poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Pushkar Bisht (1/27/2009 10:32:00 PM)

    I liked this poem very much because it belongs to my sir w.b.yeats whom I love a lot. I miss you Yeats. You are my father of poetry. Lots of love to you (Report) Reply

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