Saturday, 8 October 2011

Poet of the day

Perhaps every day should have a poet. Anyway, today, for no reason whatsoever, it is Auden:

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.

And I like him too because he said this:

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

With Isherwood, in 1938, on their way to China. I rather covet both their overcoats. 

Also, I think: Auden in China? I had no idea. That's another thing I shall have to look up on the Google, when I should be working.


  1. Thank you! That might be my favorite Auden line.

    Together with: 'Dear, I know nothing of either/ But when I try to imagine a love everlasting or the life hereafter/what I hear is the murmur of underground streams/what I see is a limestone landscape.'

    Plus: 'and dearer, water, than ever your voice, as if/ glad - though goodness knows why - to run with the human race, wishing, I thought, the least of men their/figures of splendor, their holy places'.

    I still don't understand people who think Auden is difficult and cold - what better summary of a relationship that's going nowhere could there be than: 'Put the car away; when life fails/ What's the good of going to Wales?

  2. Dellamirandola - how absolutely lovely to find another Auden fan. And thank you for the further lines. I know his work pretty well, but I never saw the one about life fails and going to Wales. I LOVE it. :)


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