Wystan Hugh Auden

(1907 - 1973 / York / England)

Wystan Hugh Auden Poems

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1. A New Age 1/1/2004
2. A Walk After Dark 1/1/2004
3. After Reading A Child's Guide To Modern Physics 1/1/2004
4. Another Time 1/1/2004
5. Are You There? 1/1/2004
6. As I Walked Out One Evening 1/1/2004
7. As We Like It 1/1/2004
8. At Last The Secret Is Out 1/1/2004
9. At The Party 1/1/2004
10. Atlantis 1/1/2004
11. August 1968 1/1/2004
12. Base Words Are Uttered 1/1/2004
13. Canzone 1/1/2004
14. Cocaine Lil And Morphine Sue 1/1/2004
15. Dear, Though The Night Is Gone 1/1/2004
16. Epitaph On A Tyrant 1/1/2004
17. For Friends Only 1/1/2004
18. For What As Easy 1/1/2004
19. Funeral Blues 1/1/2004
20. Ganymede 1/1/2004
21. Give Me A Doctor 1/1/2004
22. Grub First, Then Ethics 12/16/2014
23. If I Could Tell You 1/1/2004
24. In Memory Of Sigmund Freud 1/1/2004
25. In Memory Of W.B. Yeats 1/1/2004
26. In Praise Of Limestone 1/1/2004
27. In The Time Of War, Xii 1/1/2004
28. Lady 1/1/2004
29. Law Like Love 1/1/2004
30. Law, Like Love 1/1/2004
31. Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love 1/1/2004
32. Let History Be My Judge 1/1/2004
33. Lullaby 1/1/2004
34. Miranda 1/1/2004
35. Musée Des Beaux Arts 1/1/2004
36. Night Mail 1/1/2004
37. Nocturne 1/1/2004
38. O Tell Me The Truth About Love 1/1/2004
39. O What Is That Sound 1/1/2004
40. O Where Are You Going? 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Wystan Hugh Auden

Funeral Blues

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 come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. ...

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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.

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