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W.H.AUDEN

,Selected PoemsA

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NEW EDITION

Edited by EDWARD MENDELSON

VINTAGE BOOKS A Division of Random House New York

Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data Auden, Wystan Hugh, 1907-1973. Selected poems. I. Mendelson, Edward. PS3501.U55A17 1979 821'.9'12 78-55719

ISBN 0-394-72506-9

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Contents

Preface ix

Who stands, the crux left of the watershed 1

From the very first coming down 2

Control of the passes was, he saw, the key 3

Taller to-day, we remember similar evenings 3

Watch any day his nonchalant pauses, see 4 , J

Will you turn a deaf ear 5 '

Sir, no man's enemy, forgiving all 7

It was Easter as I walked in the public gardens 7

Since you are going to begin to-day 12

Consider this and in our time 14

This lunar beauty 16

To ask the hard question is simple 17

Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle 18

What's in your mind, my dove, my coney 19

"0 where are you going?" said reader to rider 20

Though aware of our rank and alert to obey orders 20

O Love, the interest itself in thoughtless Heaven 25

O what is that sound which so thrills the ear 26 JLg.^earing of harvests rotting in the valleys 28

v,20..Out on the lawn I lie in bed 29

A shilling life will give you all the facts 32

Our hunting fathers told the story 33

Easily, my dear, you move, easily your head 33

The Summer holds: upon its glittering lake 36

Now through night's caressing grip 41

O for doors to be open and an invite

with gilded edges 42

Look, stranger, at this island now 43

Now the leaves are falling fast 43

Dear, though the night is gone 44

Casino 45

Journey to Iceland 46

"0 who can ever gaze his fill" 48

Lay your sleeping head, my love 50

Spam 51

Orpheus 55

Miss Gee 55

Wrapped in a yielding air, beside 59 '38. As I walked out one evening 60

Oxford 63

In Time of War 64

The Capital 78

Musee des Beaux Arts 79

Epitaph on a Tyrant 80

In Memory of W. B. Yeats 80

Refugee Blues 83

The Unknown Citizen 85

September 1,1939 86

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun 89

In Memory of Sigmund Freud 91

Lady, weeping at the crossroads 95

Song for St. Cecilia's Day 96

The Quest 99

But I Can't 110

In Sickness and in Health 111

Jumbled in the common box 115

Atlantis 116

At the Grave of Henry James 119

Mundus et Infans 123

The Lesson 125

The Sea and the Mirror 127

Noon 175

Lament for a Lawgiver 176

Under Which Lyre 178

The Fall of Rome 183

In Praise of Limestone 184

Song 187

A Walk After Dark 188

Memorial for the City 190

Under Sirius 195

Fleet Visit 197

The Shield of Achilles 198

The Willow-Wren and the Stare 200

Nocturne 201

Bucolics 202

Horae Canonicae 216

Homage to Clio 232

First Things First 236

The More Loving One 237

Friday's Child 237

Good-bye to the Mezzogiorno 239

Dame Kind 242

You 245

After Reading a Child's Guide to Modern Physics 246

On the Circuit 248

Et in Arcadia Ego 250

Thanksgiving for a Habitat 252

Epithalamium 278

Fairground 280

River Profile 282

Prologue at Sixty 284

Forty Years On 287

Ode to Terminus 289

August 1968 291

A New Year Greeting 292

Moon Landing 294

Old People's Home 295

Talking to Myself 296

A Lullaby 299

A Thanksgiving 300 100. Archaeology 302

A Note on the Text 305

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Index of Titles and First Lines 307 f

Preface

Auden was the first poet writing in English who felt at home in the twentieth century. He welcomed into his poetry all the disordered conditions of his time, all its variety of language and event. In this, as in almost everything else, he differed from his modernist predecessors such as Yeats, Lawrence, Eliot or Pound, who had turned nostalgically away from a flawed present to some lost illusory Eden where life was unified, hierarchy secure, and the grand style a natural ex­tension of the vernacular. All of this Auden rejected. His continuing subject was the task of the present moment: erotic and political tasks in his early poems, ethical and religious ones later. When Auden looked back into history, it was to seek the causes of his present condition, that he might act better and more effectively in the future. The-past his poems envisioned was never a southern classical domain of unreflective elegance, as it was for the modernists, but a past that had always been ruined, a northern industrial land­scape marred by the same violence and sorrow that marred his own.

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Everything that is most distinctive about Auden can be traced to his absorption in the present: even, in what might seem a paradox, his revival of the poetic forms and meters that modernism had pronounced dead a few years earlier. Auden was able to find them still alive and well, and as effec­tive as they had always been. In Auden's unbroken vision of history, the ancient discontents survived in contemporary forms, but so did the ancient sources of personal and literary vitality. Modernism, disfranchised from the past by its own sense of isolated "modernity," could bring its literary tradi­tion into the present only as'battered ironic fragments (as in Eliot) or by visionary heroic efforts (like Pound's) to "make

it new." For Auden, it had never grown old. A laconic Old English toughness thrived in his poetry, as did an Augustan civility. One might even find, in the shape of Auden's career, traces of an ambitious recapitulation of a thousand years of European literary history: his earliest poems use the Icelandic }

sagas as their major source; then in the thirties Dante is heard insistently in the background of his work; followed by Shakespeare in the forties; and in the sixties, Goethe.

Modernism tended to look back toward the lost reigns of a native aristocracy; too often, it found the reflected glory of ;

ancient "tradition" in political leaders who promised to re­store social grandeur and unity through coercive force. Auden's refusal to idealize the past saved him from compar­able fits of mistaken generosity. His poems and essays present the idea of the good society as, at best, a possibility, never |

actually to be achieved, but towards which one must always work. In Auden's poems from the thirties, this idea took form in a vision of history as the product of unconscious but pur­posive forces, of which social-democratic movements were potentially the conscious agents; one was free either to reject these forces or to ally oneself with them, but the choice was less a moral one than a choice between ultimate victory and J