Wystan Hugh Auden

(1907 - 1973 / York / England)

Wystan Hugh Auden Poems

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1. Grub First, Then Ethics 12/16/2014
2. On The Circuit 1/1/2004
3. The Novelist 1/1/2004
4. Partition 1/1/2004
5. In Memory Of Sigmund Freud 1/1/2004
6. The Geography Of The House 1/1/2004
7. Miranda 1/1/2004
8. Old People's Home 1/1/2004
9. The Riddle 1/1/2004
10. Let History Be My Judge 1/1/2004
11. Law, Like Love 1/1/2004
12. Nocturne 1/1/2004
13. The Labyrinth 1/1/2004
14. Under Which Lyre 1/1/2004
15. Voltaire At Ferney 1/1/2004
16. The Hidden Law 1/1/2004
17. Petition 1/1/2004
18. Villanelle 1/1/2004
19. In The Time Of War, Xii 1/1/2004
20. The Quest 1/1/2004
21. One Evening 1/1/2004
22. The Shield Of Achilles 1/1/2004
23. In Praise Of Limestone 1/1/2004
24. Song Of The Master And Boatswain 1/1/2004
25. We'Re Late 1/1/2004
26. Three Short Poems 1/1/2004
27. They Wondered Why The Fruit Had Been Forbidden 1/1/2004
28. The Two 1/1/2004
29. Lady 1/1/2004
30. Victor 1/1/2004
31. This Lunar Beauty 1/1/2004
32. O Where Are You Going? 1/1/2004
33. Roman Wall Blues 1/1/2004
34. Who's Who 1/1/2004
35. Lullaby 1/1/2004
36. Refugee Blues 1/1/2004
37. Law Like Love 1/1/2004
38. The More Loving One 1/1/2004
39. August 1968 1/1/2004
40. Twelve Songs 1/1/2004

Comments about Wystan Hugh Auden

  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (8/1/2017 12:32:00 PM)

    Who has not heard the name of Auden? Auden is definitely one of the stalwarts of the post-fifties, the post-war period with a reading of his own, a poet of the Age of Anxiety full of bewilderment, loss of lives and human casualty rarely felt and expressed elsewhere. With his base rooted in socialism, Freudian psychoanalysis and Leftism, he went his way alone writing with technical expertise, inducting the commonly speech and others.

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  • Ray Burleigh (4/23/2016 12:52:00 PM)

    What a wonderful gesture, that although he is not here (due to copywriter laws?) he is still here. Go find his magnificent poems, they are everywhere. My personal favorite is...in memory of William Butler Yates. RB

  • Dmitry Garanin Dmitry Garanin (1/14/2015 7:52:00 AM)

    How Auden can be rated within 500 top poets having no poems at all at this site (due to Copyright) . As users cannot rate poems, is his rating assigned by the admin?

  • Wu Xian Gao Lin (6/15/2010 7:56:00 PM)

    I love the rhythm and use of language in Auden's poetry.

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. ...

Read the full of Funeral Blues

As We Like It

Certainly our city with its byres of poverty down to
The river's edge, its cathedral, its engines, its dogs;
Here is the cosmopolitan cooking
And the light alloys and the glass.

Built by the conscience-stricken, the weapon-making,
By us. Wild rumours woo and terrify the crowd,
Woo us. Betrayers thunder at, blackmail
Us. But where now are They.

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