by WH Auden I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And the darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night.Continue reading “September 1, 1939”
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Their Lonely Betters
by WH Auden As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made, It seemed to me only proper that words Should be withheld from vegetables and birds. A robin with no Christian name ran through The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew, And rustling flowers for domeContinue reading “Their Lonely Betters”
Robin's Nest 