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us6e ds Baux Arts

from InTim of.W In Mmory of B.Yats Law Lik Lov
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Undr.W.hih Lyre

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h arrivd at oxford as an undrgraduat, s his tutor in litratur, who asked th young man what h mant to do in latr life. ..I am going to b a pot,',Audn answrd...Ah,ys,'' rplid the tutor, and began a small ltur on vrrs xriss improving on pros. Audn sowld.

H.Audn Wrnt to

..You dont undrstand at all,'' h intrruptd.

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A.Walk Aftr Dark

Th Mor Loving on The Shield ofAhills

Friday

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man

gteat pot.',

hild

Thanksgiving for a Haitat

Th Common Lif
August 1968 Moon Landing River Profil A NwYar Grting

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That is prisly what he bam.By th ag of rwnty-on h had publishd his first ook..Within just a fw mor yars' h had bn givn the ing Gold dal for Potry y GorgVI, and was onsidrd th most daring and influntial pot of his generation. During th nxt two dads h travld
rstlssly around th world, immersd himslf in th

thoris of Karl ar and Sigmund Frud aout

In certin poms th udio ersion dffrsfrom the publhd tt'

how individuals in th modrn world liv in soity and with thmslvs, bam an Amria citizen,

sris of plas.In 1936,h bgan a sris ofjournys,

lif doumnting and diagnosing th spirit of what h himslf oind ourAg ofAnxiry. FI was, as on
riti has said,..th first pot writing in nglish who flt at hom in th twntith ntury.,' .W.stminster on Audn plaqu in Abb y Pots'
.W.illiam

and with an unparallld nrgy sprnt th rst of his

ah th fr man how to prais.', hat sms to m a somwhat mislading pitom ofAudn onvi-

ornr ar arvd th lins from his igy for Butlr Yats: ..In th prison of his das/

ah of whih rsultd in rrarkal work: h first visitd lland with th pot Louis }laNi; th nxt yar h travld to Spain to tak up th Rpulian aus in th ivil war raging thr; thn, with Ishrwood, h venturd into war-torn hina; finally, ln 1,939, as Hitlr plungd urop into war, Audn migratd to Amria;and for th nxt thr

dads h mad NwYork Ciry-or rathr a sris of dilapidatd apartmnts in sd Brooklyn or anhattan nighborhoods-h hom. At first happily-

mind by familiar dotrins and obsure longings, omfortd by philosophis born of foild arsssthat Was his trust study. ...W. liv in frdom of nssiry'' on of his Poms puts it paradoxially.
.Wystan
1907, inYork, th son of a dotor and a nurs.Th northrn nglish landsap of his upbringing and his parnts' oupations nouragd his a fasination

man-implld by psyhi drivs and historial irumstan, ovrdtrand it was falln man, unfr

tions...Nothing is fr,,'h writs in anothr pom'

and latr edgily-he shard thos apartmnts, and the houss h subsquntly ownd in Itly and in

Austria, with a muh youngr Amrian pot' Chstr allman. H bgan tahing at various Amrian univrsitis: and h rdisovrd th

Hugh Audn was born on Fruat 21,

with mahins and mins and a liflong intrst in symptoms and urs.As a shooloy h mt Christopher Isherwood, and instantly a ruial frindship

was formd. Aftr graduating from oxford in 1928, h livd with Ishrwood in Brlin for aear and im-

mrsd himslf in lft-wing politis and th homo-

sual undrworld.

taught shool, and with Ishrwood ollaboratd on a

on

his rturn to ngland

Auden with

Christopher

lsherwood

(1928)

orthodo Christianity of his hildhood. During this tim h produd a rmarkabl sris of books: 7e Double IuIn (1941), For th Tir Bing (1944),"Th g of iet (947, awarded th Pulitzer Pize),

thr was a largr spirit of unrst in th air.In 1920, Virginia.W.oolf was writing that..w must ronil ourslvs to a sason of failur and fragmnts.''

flow of

lio (1960), bout

Nons (1'951), Th Shild ofhil|s (1955), Homg io ssays and rviews. In

th House (1,965), and a stady

had on of th world most ro gniza|e fas, as wrinkld as a swt1g2d-1hg fa of an old Navajo hiftain, th ldr of th tri. H had grown tir;d and grumpy, and didd to rturn to ngland. H was givn digs in his old oxford ollg, ut his fam kpt studnts at a distan and th old man was lonly. A yar latr, having dlivrd a lture in Vinna, h did in his slp of a hart att,ack,at th ag ofsixty-svn.

man Wrot the lirtto for Igor Stransky,s opera, Th Rk,s Progrss, and for svral othr opras y ans .W.rnr nz and y Niolas Nabokov. B 1972,Ite

addition' h and all-

mant that popl wr ginning to qustion not just th past but th futur as wll-what it mant, what it smd to promis thm, how thy might rdmd or dludd. To this tragi sns of lif, Audn dvisd a rmarkabl rspons. In th 1930s, his poms ould sound as if thy'd bn writtn by an anarhi Boy Sout on spd. Thr Was a oky, onspiratorial, shoking dg to thm, and h wouid us shooloy slang, Nors sagas' liturgy and mtallurgy' amp or

Gorg orwll alld

it a ..osmi

dspair.'' H

Audn was nintn when h first rad T.

who had arly on rbelld against his straitladVi-

Its xhaustd ironis, ultural disjuntivnss, and modrn ton of voi xitd th young Audn,

ThWst Lnd,and it had aprofound fft on him.

S.

liot

onsin-whatver supprssd nrgis might b availabl. oftn thos poms Wr st amid th wrkag of th Industrial Rvolution-abandond mahinry, railroad yards, old tnmnts and fatoris, th undrsid of th sublim Romanti landsap or th ozyVitorian intrior. Latr on, whn

h shiftd from a privat to a mor publi mannr, h dvlopd a spiritd onvrsation and a voi that

sought out gnrs and thniqus-from fafu tale and allad and popular song to Anglo-Saxon alliteration and Hopkins-lik antual vrs-that had ben sornd by traditionalists and drw from th undrsid of th imagination. And, in th wak of .W.orld.W.ar I and raks in th imprial hyporiis,

torian brding and whos first matur poms

roodd on th hois of soity and th plight of th individual. From war and famin to dprssion and bigotry, thr ar, h knw, historial and onomi fors, bond th individual ontrol, that shap our livs. How w ar al to transnd our

ondition-both y rognizing our fat and y

rsisting-was his thm.

Audn himslf also thought an ri xprin that happnd to him on night in Jun 193 ad a further and disiv fft on his work. H was sit_

his mor mystrious Poms.

ting outside with thr ollagus, asually hatting, whn h was suddnly..invadd y a powr whih, though I onsntd to it, was irrsistibl and rtainly not min. For th first tim in my lif I knw xa aus, thanks to th powr' I was doing itwhat it mans to love on nighbour as oneslf. . . Th mmory o th xperin has not prvntd m from making us of othrs, grossly and oftn, but it has mad it muh mor diffiult for m to div myslf about what I was up to whn I do.', H alld th xprin his ..vision of Agap,,' or pur lov, and it oftn stithd a visionary lining into many of
.

rhtori otzra' Pound glamour.Thr is an inti.nac to Audn, and l distan-and h is marrassd y nithr../ho ould imagin

wll as a Romanti strangmnt. Thr is in all his poms th flt sns of a..ral', prson spaking, a dorahd far yond, fat dper than T. S. liot

to th ultural or mundan piphany. Thr was in his work a sriousnss that was nvr doggd.Thr Was a sharp-yd irony and a st of surprising sympathies. Thr Was an Augustan ommon sns, as

Sond, his xampl hangd th mannr of poeti writing. Aftr Audn, it was no longr rstritd

ward history itslf, away from nostalgi imags and toward th forum ofidas.At diffrnt times, h usd th mythologis of Communism and psyhoanalysis, irkgaard and Christianity-ah a sour of ativ and tragi insight ' to hlp xplain th fors of historial hang or th vagaris of th human hart.

rang. First, h mad so muh of th modrn world availal to potry. H movd Potry away from historiism and to-

No poet of this ntury had his

Pound or liot Audn did..Who mntioning ornflaks in a pom? .W.illiams .Wiiam risking Carlos ould imagin things brought to th pith of idas, hld and turnd in th light of an inquisitiv, thial intt? Audn did. Audn was a pot who paid full attntion to himslf, to his onvitions and his waknsss; who taught himslf, and thrby taught othrs, to us languag to sarh th hart...Alonnss is man ral ..NwY at Letter], and lonondition,'' h wrot in linss-its violn, its hallng-is a ton h

'

hlpd latr pots undrstand.-W.hr his abiding onrns-th for of isolation, th will to iov, th

insistn on hoi-hav n urgntly addrssd by othr pots of th past halntury,I har hind thm th lssons ofAudn. Third, thr is his thnial Prowss. H alignd th traditions of nglish vrs with modrn sph. H quiknd th puls of th lyri and disursiv

mods,

msti and a larnd prson' a housholdr-that

thought. H ransakd th trasury of potry formats and shms, and rvivd thm with a rathtaking virtuosity. Th sam panah with whih h brought to onsiousnss th hiddn rlationships of our motions is vidnt in th ravura and prs. sivity of thos poti forms h usd to mody and xplor thos rlationships. nvr just rld th sonnt or abart song, h brought it to a nw lif, ah a lns polishd, through whih th sif and th ida of th slf wr fousd.

of thir lxion and of thir figurs for

Audn voi, as you listn to it in ths rordings mad ovr many yars in studios or onstagehas th vry qulitis of ivilization his poms hrish: it is oth quik and mditativ, oth rih end dry oth witty and dspairing. H rads with a rmarkal rspt for th rhythm of th lin, for th
ida or image. FI on said, about listning to poms rad aloud: ..Th forma] strutur of a pom is not

politialvioln to xplor ths onfliting laims: ..ould not find th arth in whih man ^n ^,"n^ whih h had pa\d for,/Nor fl th lov that h
and rbl.,'
..In

knw all about,'' and whr, if luky,..w larn to pity

ontour of his rhetori, for th omplitis of an

vning'' and in his swet lyri..Fish in th (Jnruffld Laks,'' just as history is indi{rnt to th individual lif in his justly famous ..us6 ds Baux Arts,,' with its plangnt look at a painting,l-ndsp tuith th FIt of Irus, by Pitr Brughl th ldr.Yt lov and innon stak thir frail laim nonthlss.Th thre .War,' sonnts from ..In Tim of (thr ar Wntysvn altogthr), writtn in th wak of th ittr Sino-Japans War in 1938, tak up the dirty fats of

ingnious ballad ..As I.Walkd

is poms from th 1930s still rtain th originaliry that startled thir first radrs. His dns, allit_ rativ languag pulss rapidly through thms of lbration and alination. Time onqurs lov in his

vals th..soul', of its argumnt.

strutur.'' Th aompnying tts in this ooklt should allow you to follow th visual..strutur,'or saffolding of ah pom' vn as Audn voi r_

matly bound up with th lattr as th ody is with th soul..W.hn on rads a pom in a book on grasps th form immdiatly, ut whn on listns to a ritation, it is somtims vry diffiult to.har'th

somthing distint from its maning ut as inti-

Mmory of W. B.Yats,,'on of th most r1ratd lgis in th nglh languag, was th first pomAudn wrot aftr moving toAmria and ini},t"d a rsplndnt priod in his arr' his voi

full-throatd, always wis, oftn wry' ov-r and ovr lgain, in was both subtl and xhilarating, h x-

pio,., th hois ah of us must mak in

this

world, whthr to find lov or rat justi. Idals and ambitions ar invarialy ompromisd-as h ..LIndr.Whih Lyr'' or omially ts studnts in tragially in th hart-hilling..Shild of Ahills,'' whih ontrasts old myths with nw ralitis. [Jn-

ding th brillian of ths laborate mditations is a simpl wish bst xprssd in..Th More Loving
..If qual a{tion annot e,/Let th mor on',: loving on b m.'' In an unjust soity, on a pollutd

out on

pl,,,.i, amidst violn, grd, and th unprditabl

i,.",..
.

ah individual must path togthr a lif, and mak of that lif a hom in whih h may shltr his valus and his blovds.Audn lat poms lbrat

suh homs, or what h alld..th ommon lif''from th hous h ownd inAustria to his own aging bod. To th nd, h iivd that poms too wrr suh shltrs, and drw into thmslvs th humanity that is th ommon lif w all shar at our bst.

J' D, MCIth

The l{anderer
Doom is dark and dpr than any sa-dingl. Upon what man it fall

t!

In spring, day.wishing flowrs apparing, Avalanhe sliding, whit snow from rok-face, That h should lav his hous, No loud-soft hand an hold him, rstraint y Womn; But vr that man gos Through pla.kprs, through forst trs, A strangr to strangrs ovr undrid sa, Houss for fishs, suffoating watr, or lonly on fll as hat, By pot-hold bks A bird ston-haunting, an unquit ird. Thr had falls forward, fatigud at vning, And drams of hom, .Waving from window, sprad of wlom, Kissing of wif undr singl sht;

But waking
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Bird-floks namlss to him, through doorway vois of nw mn making anothr lov.

Sav him from hostil aptur, From suddn tigr lap at ornr;

ss

It,

k*

Prott his hous,

His anious hous whr days ar ountd

From thundrbolt prott, From gradual ruin sprading lik a stain; Convrting numr from vagu to rtain, Bring joy, bring day of his rturning,

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Luky with day approahing, with laning dawn.

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0 lthee Are You Going?

whre ar you going?,, said radr to ridr, ..That vlly is fatal wher furnas burn, Yondr th middn whos odours will maddn, That gap is th grav whr th tall return.'' do you imagin,,'said farr to farr, ..That dusk will dlay on your path to th pass, Your diligent looking disovr th laking, Your footstps fl from granit to grass?''

0ur }|uting tthers

our hunting fathrs told the story of th sadnss of th raturs,

..o

..o

..Did

..o what

Pitid th limits and th lak St in thir finishd faturs; Saw in th lion,s intolrant look, Bhind th quarry dying glar, Lov raging for th prsonal glory That rason gift would add, Th liral apptit and powr' Th rightnss of a god.
.Who,

was that bird,', said horror to har you s that shap in th twistd trs? Bhind you swiftly th figur oms softly, The spot on your skin is a shoking disase.''

of this hous',-.<aid ridr to radr, ..Yours nvr will''-sai d faret to farr, ..Thy'r looking for you''-said harr to horro As h lft thm thr, as h lft thm thr.
l93r

..out

nurturd in that fin tradition, Prditd th rsult, Gussd Lov by natur suitd to Th intriat ways of guilt, That human ligamnts ould so His southrn gsturs modi$, And mak it his matur ambition To think no thought but ours, To hungr, work illgally'

And b anonymous?
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0n This lslad
Look, strengr' on this island now h laping light for your dlight disovrs,
Stand stabl hr

As l l{alked 0ut 0ne veing

As I wlkd out on vning, .Walking down Bristol Strt, Th rowds upon th pavmnt
.Wr

And silnt
IVIay

b,

filds of harvst what.

That through th hannls of th ar wandr lik a rivr Th swaying sound of th sa' r at a small fild nding Pause Whr th halk wall falls to th foam and its tallldgs

And down by th rimming rivr

I hard a lovr sing

Undr an arh of th railway:

..Lov has no nding.

-ing surf and a gull lodges A momnt on its shr sid.

oppos th pluk And knok of th tid' And th shingl sramls aftr th suk-

..I'll lov you, dar,I'l1lov you

Ti China andAfria mt, And th rivr jumps ovr th mountain And th salmon sing in th strt,

Far offlik floating sds th ships

..I'11lov you till th oan Is foldd and hung up to dry

Divrg on urgnt voluntary rrends, And this full view

Indd may ntr

And th svn stars go squawking Lik gs about th sk.

And mov in mmory

as

That pass the harbour mirror And all th summr through th watr sauntr.
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now thes louds do,

..Th yars sha run lik raits, For in mY arms I hold Flowr of th Ags, Th . And th first lov of th world.''

But all th loks in th iry Began to whirr and him: ..o lt notTim div you, You annot onqurTim.

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..In

th burrows of th Nightmar Justi nakd is, im waths from th shadow And oughs whn you would kiss.
.W.hr

..o look,look in th mirror,

Lif rmains blssing Although you annot biss.
a

look in your

distrss;

..In

hadahs and in worry

..o

Vaguly lif laks awa, AndTim will hav his fany

stand, stand at th

window

To-morrow or to-day.

You shalllov your rookd nighbour

.With

As th tars sald and start; your rookd hart.,'

..Into

Tim braks the thradd dans And th divr brilliant ow.

Drifts th appalling snow;

many a grn vally

It was lat,lat in th vning, Th lovrs thy Wr gon;

Th loks had asd thir himing, And th dp rivr ran on.

..o plung your

Star, star

in th asin And wondr what you'v missd.

hands in wat Plung thm in up to th wrist;

..Th

glair knoks in th upboard, Th dsert sighs in th d, And th rak in th ta-up opns

A lan to th land of th

dad.

...W.hr

And th Giant is nhanting to Jak, And th Lily-whit Boy is a Roar

th beggars raffi th banknots

AndJill

gos down on hr bak.

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ish i the Uruff Ied

Fish in the unruffld laks Thir swarming olours war' Swans in th wintr air
hav,

Lkes

Autum S0ng
Now th
laves ar falling fast,

A whit perftion

Through his innont grov; Lion, fish and swan At, and ar gon Upon Time toppling wave.

And the great lion walks

Nurs flowrs will not last; Nurss to th gravs arr gone' And th Prams go roing on.

Whispering nighbours, lft and right, Pluk us from the ral dlight;

And th ative hands must frz

Lqnly on th sparat kns. Dead in hundrds at th bak Follow woodn in our trak, Arms raisd stiffi1z to rprov
In fls attitudes of lov.

.W.e

For atonmnt or for luk;

must los our lovs,

Th Dvil in th lok, Th goodnss arfully worn

till shadowd days ar don, must wP and sing Dury onsious wrong'
.W.

.W.,

on ah ast and ird that moves Turn an nvious look.

Sighs for folly don and said Twist our narrow days,

Starving through th laflss wood Trolls run solding for thir food; And th nightingal is dumb, And the anglwillnot om.

All gifts that to the

But I must less,I must prais That you, my swan' who hav
swan

Cold, impossibl, ahad Lifts th mountain lovly head .Whos whit watrfall ould lss
Travers

in thir last

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Your voluntary lov.

Impulsiv Nature gav, Th majsty and prid, Last night should add

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Deth.s
..o who an

Eho
vr gaz his fill,',

..o

..on nativ shor

Farmr and fishrman sa)r, and loal hill, Grudg ahing limb or allus on th hand? Fathr, grandfathr stood upon this land, And hr th pilgrims from our loins will stand.,'

..Strth thm towards your harm and m. our grass is grn' and snsual our brif d, Th stram sings at its foot, and at its had

Th impassiond lovr ris,

strth your hands aross th sa,''

Th mild and vgtarian asts ar fd.',

So farmr and fishrman say In thir fortunat hy-day: But Dath low answr drifts aross -pry ath or harvst loss or an unluky ay.
Th rth is n ostr ith nothig isid it, Not to b born is th bstfor m; Th nd of toil is bilif\ ordr, Throw down th rnttok nd dn hil ou n'

From th bdpost and th roks Dath ntiing ho moks' And his voi rplis.

Tillth storm of plasur

So th impassiond lovr ris

dis:

Th grtr th lou, th tnorf|s to i objt, Not to b born is th bstfor mn; ftr th kiss oms th impuls to throttl,

Brk the rnbrs, dn hil ou ,

..o

..Th ity ommon d, th air, Th mountain bivouac and th bathing ah, .W.hr inidnts draw vry day from ah Mmoral gestur and witty sph.,' So travllrs think in thir harts, Till mali or irumstan parts Thm from thir onstant humour: And slyl Dath oriv rumour In that momnt starts.

lif too short for frinds who shar.'' avllrs think in thir harts,

..I

guilry world forgivn,'' Dramr and drunkard sing, ..Th laddrs lt down out of havn, Th laurl springing from th maryr's lood, Th hildrn skipping whr th wpr stood, Th lovrs natural and th basts a good.''
s th

So dramr and drunkard sing day thir sority ring: Parrotwis with Dath rply From whlping far and nsting li, 'W.oods and thir hors ring.

Till

frind is

th old old tl of Nrissus,

Th

dsirs of th hrt r s rookd s orksrws,

Not to b born is th bstfor nxn;

ti prtnr in somthing disgrful,

hng our prtnr, dn hil ou n,

Not to be born is th bst for mn; Th sond-bst is forml ordr, Th dnc's pttrn; dn hile ou n.

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l{us des Bealt Arts

D, dn,for thfigur is s,

Th tun is thing nd ill ot stop; Dn till th strs om donfrom th rrs;

Dn, dn, dn till ou drop'

About su{ring thy wre nvr wrong' Th old astrs: how wll thy undrstood Its human position;how it taks pla .Whil somon ls is eating or opning a window or just walking dully along; How, whn th agd ar rvrntly, passionatly waiting For th miraulous irth, thr aiways must b Childrn who did not spially want it to happn, skating on a pond at th edg of th wood: Thy nvr forgot That vn th dradful martyrdom must run its ours Anyhow in a ornr' soml untidy spot Whr th dogs go on with thir doggy lif and the
Sraths its rnnont hind

." . *j:.'turr,s

hors

In Brugh e|,s lrus, for instan: how vrything turns awa

Quit leisurly from th disastr;th ploughman may av hard th splash, th forsakn ry

-W.atr;

But for him it was not an important failur;th sun shon As it had to on th whit lgs disapparing into th grn

and th pnsiv dliat ship that must hav srn Somthing amazing,a oy falling out of th sk, Had somwhr to gt to and saild almly on.
1938

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J'o*| ime of

a
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Musums stord his larning lik a box, And papr wathd his mony lik a spy.
It grw so fast his lif was ovrgrown' And h forgot what on it had bn mad for, And gathrd into rowds and was alon,

So ftom th yars th gifts wr showrd; ah

Ren offwith his at on into his lif:

B took th politis that mak a hiv, Fish swam as fish' pah sttld into pah.

And wr sussful at th first ndeavour; Th hour of birth thir only tim at o1lg, Thy wr ontnt with thir proious knowldg, And knew thir station and wr good for vr.

And lived xpnsivly and did without, Anould not find th arth whih h had paid fo

Nor fl th lov that h knw allabout.

Till finally thr am a hildish ratur' on whom th yars ould modl any fatur,
And fak with
eas a lopard

xI
Th lif of man is nvr quit ompltd; Th daring and the hattr urill go on: But, as an artist fls his Powr gon' Ths walk th arth and know thmslvs dfatd. Som ould not ar nor brak th young and mourn for Th wounded myths that on mad nations good, Som lost a world thy nvr undrstood, Som saw too la allthat man wes born for.
Loss is thir shadow-wif, Arr'ity Rivs'thm lik a gtand hotl; but whr Thy may regrt thy must; thir lif, to har

or a dov;

-.Who y th lightest wind was hangd and shakn, And lookd for truth and ws ontinually mistakr{ And nvid his fw frinds and hos his lov.

VIII turnd his fild into a mting-pla, And grw the tolrant ironi y, And formd th mobil mony-hangr fa, And found th notion of quality. And strangrs wr as rothrs to his loks, And with his spirs h made a hum2n sky;

Th all of th forbiddn ities, s Th strangr wath thm with a h,ppy star, And Frdom hostil in ah hom and tre.

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l lrllnory 0f l{. B. Yats

v
Nothing is givn: W must find our law. Grat buildings jostl in th sun for domination;
Bhind thm strth lik sorry vgtation h low rssiv houss of th poor.
.W.

(d'Jn, 1939)
I

H disappard in th dad of wintr:

Th rooks wr frozn,th airports almost dsrtd, And snow disfigurd th publi staturs; Th mrury sank in th mouth of th dying day.
.What

hav no dstiny assignd us:

Nothing is rtain but th od;w plan

To ttr ourslvs;th hospitals alon rmind us of th quality of man.

Th day of his dath was

instrumnts W hav agr a dark ld day.

hildrn ar rally lovd hr, vn by poli: Thy spak of yars for th big wr lonly, And will lost. And only Th brass bands throbbing in th parks fortll
Som futur rign of happinss and pa.
.W.

Far from his illnss Th wolves ran on through th vrgrn forsts, Th pasant rivr Was untmptd th fashionabl quays; By mourning tongus Th dath of th pot was kept from his poms.

But for him it was his last aftrnoon

as hims1f,

An aftrnoon of

nurss and rumours;

Th provins of his ody rvoltd, The squars of his mind wr emPry

Siln invadd th suurbs, Th urrnt of his fling faild;h bam his admirrs.

larn to pity and rl.

1938

Now h

is sattrd among a hundrd itis

And wholly givn ovr to unfamiliar afftions, To find his happinss in anothr kind of wood And b punishd undr a forign od of onsin.
Th words of a dad man

Ar modifid in th guts of th living.

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But in th importan and nois of to-morrow Whn th brokrs ar roarin$ lik basts on the floor of And th poor hav th suffrings to whih thy ar tal
airstomd, the Bours,

Let th Irish vesslli mptid of its potry.

In th nightmar of the dark All th dogs of urop bark, And th living nations wait,

And ah in th ell of himslf is almost onvind of his

fredom,

ah sqtresterd in its hat;

Intlletual disgra Stars from vry humn fa, And th sas of piry li Lokd and frozn in eeh ey. Follow, Pot' follow rit To th bottom of th night, .With your unonstraining voie Stillprsuade us to joi; .With the farming of a vrs ak a vinyard of th urse' Sing of human unsuss In a raptur of distrss;

A fw thousand vrill think of this day As on thinks of a da whn on did something s1igh
t.

What instrumnts w hav agr The day of his dath was a dark old
II

day.

You wr silly lik us;your gift survivd it all: Th parish of rih women, physial day, Yourslf. ad lrland hurt you into potry. \

Now Irlend

.Would

has her radnss and hr wathr still, For poetry maks nothing happn: it survivs In th vally of its making whr xutivs

nver Want to tamPr, flows on south From ranhs of isolation and th usy grifs, Raw towns that we bliv and di in; it survivs, A way of happning, a mouth.

In th dsrts of the hat Lt th hling fountain start, 'In th prison of his dys ah th fr man how to preis.
1939

III arth, rive an honourd gust: .WilliamYats is laid to rest.

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Lw Like Iove
Law, say th gardnrs, is th sun, Lerv is th on
A11 gardnrs o

oby

-morro ystrday, to-day'

othrs othrs othrs

say, say, say,

Law is our Fat; Law is our Stat;

othrs say

Law is th wisdom of th old, Th impotnt grandfathrs fbiy sold; Th grandhildrn Put out a trbl tongu, Law is th snss of th young.
Law, says th prist with a pristly look, pounding to an unpristly peopl, Law is th words in my pristly ook, Law is my pulpit and my stpl. Law, says th judg as h looks down his nos,

Law is no mor' Law has gon away.

And always th loud angry rowd,

Vry angry and vry loud, Law is.W.' And alwas th soft idiot softly .
If w, dar, know w know no mor Than thy about th Law, If I no mor than you

Spaking larly and most svrly,

Know what w should and should not do

xpt that all agr Gladly or misrably That th Law is And that all know this, If thrfor thinking it absurd To idnti Law with som othr word, Unlik so many mn I nnot say Law is again,

Law is as I'v told you bfor, Law is as you know I suppose, Law is but lt m plain it on mor' Law is Th Law.
Yt law-abiding sholars writ: Law is nithr Wrong nor right, Lw is only rims Punishd by plas and by tims, Law is th loths mn Wrar

No mor than thy

an W supPrss

Anytim, anyr,vhr, Law is Good-morning and Good-night.

Th univrsal wish to guss Or slip out of our own position Into an unonrnd ondition. Although I an at last onfin

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Uder l{hih Lye

Your vaniry,and min o stating timidl A timid similariry
.W.

A RATIONARY TRA FoR I] TIs

(Phi Bt Kpp Porn, Hrurd, 1946)

shall bast any\'vay: Lik lov I say.

Lik lov Lik lov Lik lov Lik lov

w don't know whr or why, w an't ompl or fly, w oftn Wp,

w sldom kp.
1939

Ars at last has quit th fild, Th bloodstains on th ushs yild To sping showrs, And in thir onvlsnt stat Th fraturd towns assoiat With summr flowrs'

nampd upon th ollge plain

Raw vtrans alrady train

As frshman fors; Instrutors with sarasti tongu Shphrd th battl-Wary young Through asi ourss' Among wildring applians For mastring th arts and sins Thy stroll or run,

And nrvs that stld thmslvs to slaughtr

Ar shot to pis by the shortr Poms of Donn.
Profssors bak from srt missions

Rsum thir propr ruditions,

Though som rgrt it;

Thy likd thir ditaphons a lot, hy mt som big whls, and do not Lt you forgt it. -i5

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But Zus' insrutabl dr

Prmits th will-to-disagr To b pandmi, ordains that vaudvill shall prah And vry ommnmnt sph

As stout as Cortz.

And thos who lik myslf turn pale As w approah with raggd sail Th fattnins fortis. Th sons of Hrms lov to play, And only do thir st whn thy Are told thy oughtn't;
Apollo hiidrn nVr shrink From oring jobs ut hav to think

B a polmi.
Lt Ars doze, that othr war Is instantly dlard on mor

'Twit thos who follow

Proious Hrms all th way And thos who without quaims oby Pompous Apollo. Brutal lik all olympi gams, Though fought with smils and Christian nams

Thir work important.

Relatd by antithesis,
Impossibl;

A ompromis twn

us is

Rspet prhaps but frindship nvr:

Falstaff the fool onfronts forvr

And

iss dramati,

This dialti strif rwn Th ivil gods is just as man' And mor fanati.
.Vhat

Th prig Prin Hal.

If h would lav th slf alon, Apollo wlom to th throne, Fass and falons;

high immortals do in mirth lif and dath on Middl arth; Is Thir a-histori Antipathy forvr grips

lovs to rul, has alwas don it; Th arth would soon' did Hrms run it,
B lik th Balkans.
But jalous of our god of dreams, His ommon-sns in srt shms To rul th hart; Unal to invnt th lvr.

All

ags and somati ryps,

Th sophomori

Who fa th
.With

futur darkst hints giggls or with prairi squints

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37

i t i

Crets with simulatd

fir

offiil

art.

His, too, ah homly lyri thi''g on sport or spousallov or spring Invntd by som ourt-hous bard For ritation by th yard In filibustrs.

And whn h oupis a o11g, Tfuth is rplad by UsefulKnowledg; pays partiular Attntion to Commrial Thought, Publi Rlations, Hygien, Sport, In his urriula.
Atti, etrovrt and rud, For him, to work in solitud
Is th offn,

or

dogs or dustrs,

To him asnd th priz orations And.$ of fugal variations on som folk-ballad,

Whil dititians sarifi

glass of

Th goal a populous Nirvana: is shild bars this d: IVIns

Qui
rl pens,

prun-jui or a ni Marsh-mallow salad.

sn

Chargd with his ompound of snsationl Sx plus som undnominational

Rligious mattr,

To-day his arms, w must onfss, From Right to Lft have mt suss' His bannrs Wav FromYal to Printon, and th news From Broadway to th Book Rviws
Is

Enormous novls y o-ds Rain dwn on our dfenlss hads Till our tth hattr.
In fak Hrmti uniforms

vry grave.

hind our battl-lin, in swarrs

That kp alighting,

His radio Homrs all day long

In over-'W'hitmanated song .With

That dos not san' adjetives laid end to end,

His xistntialists dlar That thy ar in omplt dspair,

Yt go on writing.

xtol th doughnut and ommnd Th Common an.

No

.Whit

mattr; H shll dfid; Aphrodit is on our sid:

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What thou his thrat To organiz us grow mor ritial? Ze willing,.we, the unpolitial, Shall eat him yt. Lon sholars, sniping from the walls
larnd priodials, our fats defnd, our intlltual marins,

qustionnaires Thou shlt not answr .W.or1d-Affairs,

quizzes up on

Tak any tst.Thou shalt not sit

Nor with omplian A soilsin.

With

statistiians nor ommit

of

Landing in littl magazins, Captur a trend.

Thou shlt not on frindly trms WL guys in advrtising firms, Nor spak with suh As rad th Bibl for its prose'
Nor, abov all, mak love to thos .Who wash too muh.

By night our studnt (Jndrground

At oktailpartis whispr round

From ar to ar; Fat figurs in th publi y Coaps nxt morning, ambushd by
Som witw snrr. In our moral must li our strngth: So, that Wr may hold at length

Thou shalt not liv within thy mans

Nor on plain watr and raw

grns.

If thou must hoos Btwn th hans, hoos the odd; Rad Th NeYorket, trast in God;

And tak short viws.

RoutdApollo
Battalions mlt away lik fog,

t9a6

p wellthe Hrmti Dalo,

Whih runs

as

follows:-

Thou shalt not do as th dan plass, Thou shalt not writ thy dotor thsis

on

duation,

Thou shalt not worship projts nor

Sh]t thou or thin bow down for

Administration.

4o

4r

A l{|k Afte Dk
A ludlss night lik
this

an st th spirit saring: Aftr a tiring dy Th lokwork sptal is Imprssiv in a slightly oring

i ghtnth- ntury Way.

Yt howvr muh w ma lik Th stoi mannr in whih Th lassial authors wrot, o''ly th young and th rih Hav th nrv or th figur to strik Th larima rrum note.

It soothd adolsn a lot To mt so shamlss a star; h things I did ould not B so shoking as thy said If that would still b thr Aftr th shokd wr dad.

For th prsnt stalks abroad Lik th past and its wrongd agin .Whimpr ignord,
and ar And th truth annot b hid; Sombod hos thir pain, .What ndn't hav happnd did.

Now, unready to di
.W.hn

But alrady

at th stag

ourring this vry night By no stalishd rul,

on starts to rsnt th young, I am glad thos points in th sky

ay also b ountd among Th raturs of middl_ag.

It osir thinking of night As mor an old Popl Hom Than a shd for a faultlss mahin, That th rd pr-Cambrian light Is gon lik Imprial Rom

Som vnt ma alrady hav hurld Its first iittl No at th right of th laws w apt to shool Our post-diluvian world:

But th stars burn on ovrhad, 'tJnonsious of final nds'

As I walk hom to bd, Asking what judgmnt waits

or

myslf at svrntn.

My

prson, all m frinds,

Stats.

And ths Unitd

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a i

Thr Hoe Iovig

0e

The Shield 0f Ahilles

Sh lookd ovr his shouldr For ns and oliv trs, arbl wll-govrnd itis And ships upon untamd sas, But thr on th shining mtal His hands had put instad An artifiial wildrnss And a sky lik lad.
-!>

Looking uP at th stars,I know quit wll

That, for all thy ar, I an go to hll,

But on arth indiffrn is th last

W. hav

to drad from man or bast.

stars to burn for us w ould not rturn?

With

How should we lik it wre

a passion

If qual aftion annot b,

Lt th mor loving one b m. Admirr as I think I am of sters that do not giv a darnn, I annot, now I se thm, say I missd one trribly all day.
W.er ll stars

A plain without a fatur, bar and brown, No blade of grass, no sign of nighborhood,
Nothing to at and nowhf to sit down,
Yt' ongrgatd on its blanknss, stood An unintlligibl multitud, A million ys' a mion boots in lin,
.W.ithout xprssion, waiting for a sign.

to disappear or fi,

I should larn to look at an emPty sky And fl its total dark sublim,

out of th air a voi without lfac

Though this might tak m a littl tim.

1957

just Provd y statistis that som aus was pla: th as In tones as dry and lvl No on was hrd and nothing was disussd; olumn y olumn in a loud of dust Thy marhd away nduring a blif \t/hos logi brought them, somwhere , to grief.
Sh lookd ovr his shouldr

.Whit

flower-garlandd hifers, Libation and sarifi, But thr on th shining mtl

For ritualpitis,

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45

th altar should have en, Sh saw by his flikring forg-light Quit anothr sn. Barbd wir nlosd an aritrary spot .W.hr ord offiials loungd (on raked And sntris swatd for th day was hot:
.W.athd

.Whr

jok)

A rowd of ordinary dent folk

Flw up to safry from his rvll_aimd ston: Thatlt ar rapd, that two os knif a third, .W.r axioms to him, who'd nvr hard whr promiss wr kpt, world of an wp aus anothr wpt. ould on or

raggd urhin, aimlss and alon, Loitrd about that vaany;a ird

from without and neithr movd nor spok As thr pal figurs wr ld forth and bound To thre posts drivn upright in th ground.

Th thin-lippd armorr,

Hphastos, hobbld awa' Thtis of th shining brasts

La in th hands of othrs;thy wr small And ould not hop for hlp and no hlp am: .W.hat thir foes likd to do was don, thir sham .W.as all th worst ould wish;thy lost thir prid And did as mn bfor thir bodis did.
Sh lookd ovr his shouldr For athlts at thir gams'

Th mass and majsty of this worid, all That arris wight and always wighs th sam

rid out in dismay At what th god had wrought

To plas hr son, th strong Iron-hartd man-slaing Ahis .W.ho would not liv long.
|(

Mn and womn in a dan oving thir swt limbs Quik, quik, to musi, But thr on th shining shild But
a wd_hokd fild.

His hands had st no daning-floor

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tidy.s hild
(In munory of Ditrih

Bonhor,

mrted t Flossnbrg,pril 9, 1945)

He told us w wr fre to hoos But, hildrn as w wr' we thought..Patrnel Lov will only us
For in th last rsort

Though instrumnts at Its ommand Mak wish and ountrwish om tru,

It la arrnot undrstand .What It an la do. Sin th analogis ar rot
.W

Austomed to rligious drad, It nvr rossd our minds H meant

on thos too bumptious to fepng.''xa what H

said.

our

snss basd blif upon, hav no mans of larning what rally going on;

And must put uP with having larnd

Al1proofs or disproofs that w tendr of His xistn ar rturned Unopned to th sndr. Now, did relly brak th seal And ris again?.W. der not say;

Prhaps H frowns, prhaps He grivs, But it sms idl to disuss If angr or ompassion lavs

Th iggr bangs to us.

.\X/hat

rvrn is righ paid To a Diviniry so odd H lts th Adam whom H mad Prform th Ats of God?
It might jolly if we flt Aw at this Univrsl an flffhn kings wer loal, pople knelt); Som try to, but who an?

But onsious unbelivrs fl Quit sur ofJudgmnt Day.

Meanwhil, a siln on th ross' As dad as w shall vr ,

Speaks of some total gain or loss, And you and I are fr

The slobsrvd obsrving ind .W. mt whn w obsrv at all Is not alerming or unkind

H savs Just what Apparans By suffring in

a

b ss from th insultd fa publi pla

dath rsrvd for slavs.

1958

But utt anal.

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49

ThalsgiYig f o l|bitt
Noo I know would lik to b buried
with
e silvr oktail-shak e tensistor

radio and a strangld d"ily h.lp, or kep his word beause

is rar in ithr sx, others lik it hav xistd bfor. on may

b a Proustian snob or a soundJaksonian dmorat, but whih of us wants to b touhd inadvertntly, vn by his bloved?.W know allabout graphs and Darwin, normous rooms no longr srhumanis, but arnst

ould have built San Simon: no unearnd inom

an uy us bak th gait and gsturs

of e gat-grat-grandmothr who got laid y a sard ast. o'ly a press lord

to manag a baroqu stairas, or th art of ling footmn dont har human sph. (In adultrin astls

our halstrong might hang thirjakts

ity-plannrs ar mistakn: a pn for a rational animal is no fitting habitat for Adam's sovereign lon. I, a transplant

whil mnding thir lthal iyl-hains:

lukily, thr ar not nough rags to go round.) Still, Htty Pg!r is worth a sit, so is Shinbrunn.

T'-p

from oversas, at last am dominant ovr thr ars and a looming onurbation of ountry livs, fw of whom
I shall ver mt, and with fwr
onvrs. Linnaus roild from th Amphibia as a nakd grusom rabbl,

fuIum formulatd shouldnt: that whatvr h does or fls in th mood

to look at somon ida of th body thet should hav ben his, as th flsh

fo

giv .Arahnids dfa thir mblm

m th shuddrs, but foo

who

of

ilt

.,

stok_taking, hors-play, worship, making lov, h stays th sam shap, disgras a Royal I.T ovr-admird is not good nough: although a fin figur

ar grman to Hitler: th ra of spiders

' to b to my watr-brthrn

be allowd thir wbs.I should lik as a spll stupid, ar of fin wathr: Many

5o

5r

nd som, mayb, ar hartlss, but who is not vu]nrale' asy to sare, and jlous of his privay? (I am glad th lakbird, for instan, annot

and lov, sing all th birds, ar what mattr: what I dard not hope or fight for is, in my fiftis, min, a toft-and-roft whr I ndn't, vr, b at hom lo

tll if I'm talking nglish, Grman or just typewriting: that what he uttrs
I may njoy as an alin rigmarol.) I ought

to outlast th limbr dragonflis

thos I am not at hom ith, not a radl, a rnaglc dn without loks, and not a windowlss grav, ut a pla I rray go oth in and out of.
1962

th musl-bound firs ar rtainly going to outlast me: I shall not nd down any osophagus, thou I may suum to a filter-passing prdator,
as

shall, anyho\^/, stop ating, surrndr my smidg

with

of nitrogn to th.World Fund a drawn-out oh (utiess at th nod of som jittry ommandr

in

I translatd in a nano-sond to a .. ofpoisonous nothing

a giga-dath). Should onvntional blundrbuss war and its routirs

invst my ailiwik,I shall of ours assum th submissiv postur: but mn ar not wolves and it proaly

Won't hlp. rritory, status,

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Commo
(for hstr KIlmn)

in a gneration whih prfrs omfort

(or is ford to prfr it)

A living-room, th atholi

ara

(hou, rathr) and I may ntr rithout knoking,leav without a bow, onfronts ah sitor with a s,
a sular faith: h ompars its dogmas

you

to orrrmand, would rathr inlin its uttoks on a wll-upholstred hair than th bu bak of a slav: a quik glen
at

book-titls would tll him

with his, and dids whthr h would lik to s mor of us. (Spotless rooms whr nothing lft lying about
hill m, so do ups usd for ash-trays or smard with lip-stik: th homs I warm to, though sldom walthy, always onvey a fling of bills ing promp sttled

that wq blong to th lrisy and spnd muh on our food. But ould h rad what our prayrs and joks ar aout, what returs

frightn us most, or what nams

had our ro-a of persons we would last lik to go to d with?.What draws singular livs togthr in th first plae, lonlinss, lust, ambition, drp or mr onvnin, is obvious, why thy or murdr on anothr world lar nough: how thy rat, though, a olnmon twn thm, lik Bom

with hqus that don't boun.) Therc,s.no

on7 Thou and I, two rgions

at an lnstant,

of protstant bing whih nowhr ovrlap: a room is too small, thrfor,

if its oupants annot forgt at vriu that they ar not alon, too big if it gives thm any xus in a quarrl for raising their voies..W.hat, quizzing ours, Would Shrlok olms infr? Plainly,
ours is a sitting ultur

iipossibl yt usful numbrs, no on has t xplaind. Sti, thy do marrage to'forgiv impossil bhavior,

to ndur y som miral

onvrsational tis and larval habits

without wining (wr you to di,

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I should miss yours).It a wondr that

hs bn buthrd by aidnt,

nithr

'

or, as lots hav, siln vanishd into

Joye has warned us. Howbit, fasting or feasting, w both know this: rithout the Spirit w di, but lif
so

istory riminal nois unournd fo but that, aftr twnty-four yars' we should sit hr in Austria
atr-ousins, undr th glassy look of a Napls Bambino, th portrayd rgards of Strauss and Stravinsky, doing British ross-word pttzz|es,
as

without th Lttr is in th worst of tst, and always, though truth and lov an nvr rally diffr, whn thy sem to,
th subaltrn should b truth.
:l

lt53

is vry odd indd.I'm glad th uildr gave

our olnon-room small windows through whih no obsrvd outsidr an oserv vry hom should b a fortrss,
quippd with all th vry latst ngins for kping Natur ata, vrsd in l1 anint magi, th arts of qulling th Dark Lord and his hungry animivorous himaras. (Any brut an uy a mahin in a shop, but th sard splls ar srt to th,kind, and if power is what we wish thy wont work.) Th ogr ill om in
s:

August
us:

1968

Th ogr dos what ogrs an,

Dds quit impossil for lvlan, But on prize is yond his rah, Th ogr annot mastr Sph. About a subjugatd plain, Among its dsprat and slain, Th ogr stalks with hands on hips, Whil drivl gushs from his lips. t96t

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loo Ladig
natural th Boys should whoop it up for hug s a phalli triumph, an advntur
It.s

it would not hav ourrd to womn to think worth whil, mad possibl only
aus w lik huddling in gangs and knowing rh at tim: ys, our s may in fairnss hurrah th dd, although th motivs that primd it wr somwhat lss than mnschlih.
.W.hat

about th Nw, th von Brauns and thir ilk' whr on August mornings I an ount th morning gloris, whr to di has a maning, and no ngin an shift mY Prsptiv. LJnsmudgd, thank God, my oon still quns th Havns as Sh ebs and fulls, a Prsn to glop . Hr old an, mad of grit no rtin, still visits mv Austrian sr-rl

A grand

But what does it priod? dos it oss?.W wr always adroitr with ojts than livs, and mor ail at ourag than kindnss: from th momnt
gstur.

with His old dtahmnt, and th ld rr-rnings still hav powr to sar m: Hvris oms to
an ugl finish, Irrvrn is a gratr oaf than Suprsinon.

a mattr of tim.

th first flint was flakd this landing was mriy But our slvs' lik Adam, still don,t fit us xatly, modrn onl in this-our lak of dorum.

our apparatniks will ontinu making th usual squalid mss alld Histon.: all w an Pray for is that ariss. hfs and saints may still appr to lith it.

Homer hros Wr rtainly no ravr

than ourio, but mor fortunat: Htor Was xusd th insult of having his valor ovrd y tlvision.
-Worth
-W.orth

going to s? I an wllbliv it.

sing?

nh! I on rod through a dsrt and was not harmed: giv m a Watrd livly gardn, rmot from blathrrs

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lirr

Pof ile
NoVLIS
gallantd for a whil y quibbling poplars, thn by himnys:ld offto oo1 and laundr rtort, stam-hammr' gasomtr ountry it hangs olor.
Poutd,

ur bod is rnoldd rillr

out of a bos for-tim, thundring hd-n ollisions of loud and rok in an uthust, rvass -and- avalanh, troll o untry
dodly to
brathrs,

it whlms into our piture blow th mlt-lin,

w-hre tarns li fror undr frowning irqus, goat-ll, ind-rak fi shing-rod, miner-lamp ountry Irady at as with

ridgd by girdrs, bankd y onrt, now it ists a polyglot mtropolis,

tikr-tap , tai, bro thl, fo ot-lits hJ'-mode always.
o

untry

th min and gsturs that bom its kindnss, strams, still anonymous' stilljumpale, flows as it should through any dlining ountry

in

Broadning or burrowing to th moon phass, turbid with pulvrisd wastmnd, on though flattr, dull hottr, otton-gin ountry it sours, approahing
th tidalmark whr it puts offmjesry disintgrats, and through swamPs of e dlt, punting-P o1, fowling-pi e, oystr-tngs ountry' waris to its final
at of surrndr, ffamnt' atonmnt in a hug amorphous aggrget no uddld

in probing spirals. Soon of a size to namd and th aus of dirty in-fighting among rival agenis, down a st stair, pnstok-and-turbin ountry' it plunges ram-stam,
to foam through a wriggling gorg inisd in softr strata, hmmd btvyn rags that nauntl havn, robbr-baron, tow-rop, Portag-Way ountry nightmare of mrhants.

attrativ hild vr drams of, non-ountr' imag of dath as

a sphrial

dw-drop of lif. Unlovly

Dismboguing from foothis, now in hushd mandrs, now in riffiing braids, it vaunts aross a snil
plain, wll-ntrd, hatau-and-idr-prss ountry,

monstrs, our tals bliv, an translatd too, vn as watr, th slflss mothr

of l1 spials.
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rgal progrss

A l{e Yea 0eetig

ftr n rtiIe b Mry J, Mrpls in Scin ricn, Jury, 1 9 69 rord my rokting plung from fairs whn th mind is in tift and rlvant thouts otlr to fouls when nothing will happn and no on alls and it rains.
I should lik to think that I mk
a not impossibl world, ut an dn it annot : . my gams' my Purposiv ats, may turn to atastrophs thr. If you wr rligious folk,

On this day trafition allots

to taking stok of our livs, my gretings to all of you,Yasts,
Batria,Viruss,

Arobis and Anarois:

AVry H,ppy NwYar

to all for whom my todrm is as iddl-arth to mr. For raturs your siz I offr a fr hoi of habitat,
so sttl yourslvs in th zon that suits you est, in th pools

how would your dramas just unmritd suffring?

of my Pors or th tropial forsts of arm.pit and roth, in th dsrts of my for-arms, or th ool woods of my salp.

By what myths would yur pis eourrt

for th hurrianes that ome twie vry rw.nty-four hours, ah tim I dress or undrss' whn, linging to kratin raf, whol itis ar swrPt eway to prish in spa, or th Flood that salds to dath whn I ath? Thn, soonr or lat will dwn

Build olonis:I will supply

adequat warmth and moistur, th sum and lipids you ned, on ondition you nevr do m annoy with your Prsen' ut bhav as good gusts should,

aDa ofApolls,
whn my mantl suddnly turns too old, too ranid, for you,
aPPtising to prdators of a firr sort, and I am strippd of exus and nimbus, a Past, sujet to Judgment.
r969

not rioting into an or athlte-foot or a oil.

Do unpredital

Dos my innr wathr affect th surfas whr you live?

hanges

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sUGGSTIONS FoR FURTHR RADING: Books by lt.H.

Colltd Poers (Vintag)

A|(1{0v{|,tDGlill{s
Spial thanks for thir most gnrous assistan and suppot to dward .W. Mn{on, litrary xeutor for Th stat of . Audn; Rihard.Warrn' dirtor
Lirry.
..Th.W.andrr,'' ..o .W.hr

Aude
Ade

":

Th Der\ Hnd (ssays;Vintag)

of Th Htorial Sound Rordings Colltion, Strling Mmial LinryYal Univrsity; and th staff of th Brg Colltion, Nw York Publi
Ar You Going?''

H.udn, Humphry Carpntr (Houghton ifflin) udn, Rihard Davnport-Hins (Panthon)

I/V

Books bout lt.l|.

..ou Hunring

Island,,,..Fh in th Unrufld Laks,''..Autumn Song,''

ds

..Dath

Fathrs,''

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..Mus6

ho,''

into a mting_pla,'' ..Th lif of man is nl-r quit ompltd,''..Nothing

.W]k

BauxArts,''..So from th yars th gifts ' shorr.rd,''..H turnd his fild

udz, dward ndlson (Viking)

Lter u d n, E,dwatd

Citiisln
Girou)
W H.uden:

ndlson (Farrar Straus &

..Law givn,'' Lik Lov,', ..Undr.Whih Lyr.'. .. A Aftr Drk,'' .. h or Loving on,''..Th Shild of Ahills,'' ..Fridv Child.'' ..h ommon Lif,'' ..August ..Rivr Pofil'.' ..A NrYr Grting'' rord_ 1968,''..lV1oon Landing,'' d with th prmission of th Dparmnt of nh. Y] Unir.rsit}.; ..fu t -Walkd

out on vning''
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rordd ourtR.V/.

Commntry,John Fullr (Prinn)

Univrsiy;

mory of

of h Potrr' Room. H-ard B.Y,'' .. hngiling for e Hbitt.. rordd

with th permission of Columbia Univesit1.' outsl'of Libr. of Congss. Th tt of all poms rad by-W H.Audn from Il.-H..7uilat: olkttil Pos b)' W H, udn Copyright

1'976 by d'ard lv1ndon'Willir lVldi. nd

Monro K. Spars' xutors of Th st of Wl H.Audn. nd is rprintd our_ tsy of Rndom Hous'

Covr photograph: Gorg Csrna, 1956

Intrior photographs:

Bill

Cask

A Dsigns

or Larning Prodtion

Sries produr: Jane Garmy Sris designr: hip Kidd

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