WH Auden


Partition - Poem by WH Auden

Unbiased at least he was when he arrived on his mission,
Having never set eyes on the land he was called to partition
Between two peoples fanatically at odds,
With their different diets and incompatible gods.
"Time," they had briefed him in London, "is short. It's too late
For mutual reconciliation or rational debate:
The only solution now lies in separation.
The Viceroy thinks, as you will see from his letter,
That the less you are seen in his company the better,
So we've arranged to provide you with other accommodation.
We can give you four judges, two Moslem and two Hindu,
To consult with, but the final decision must rest with you."

Shut up in a lonely mansion, with police night and day
Patrolling the gardens to keep the assassins away,
He got down to work, to the task of settling the fate
Of millions. The maps at his disposal were out of date
And the Census Returns almost certainly incorrect,
But there was no time to check them, no time to inspect
Contested areas. The weather was frightfully hot,
And a bout of dysentery kept him constantly on the trot,
But in seven weeks it was done, the frontiers decided,
A continent for better or worse divided.

The next day he sailed for England, where he could quickly forget
The case, as a good lawyer must. Return he would not,
Afraid, as he told his Club, that he might get shot.


Comments about Partition by WH Auden

  • (8/13/2019 11:15:00 AM)

    There isn't enough condemnation of Mounbatten, the real villain. Radcliffe became the easy tool of an extremely felonious Britisher who had the blood of millions on his hand and died an equally death. (Report)Reply

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  • (12/26/2017 12:46:00 PM)

    Very realistic narration. (Report)Reply

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  • (3/5/2017 9:44:00 AM)

    What a pleasant surprise, I have never read nor even heard of this poem. How apt and sympathetic to the last Viceroy. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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