Poems Inspired by W. H. Auden
#WHAuden
Poems inspired by the British-American poet Wystan Hugh Auden (W. H. Auden). Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems by W. H. Auden. Along with poems about Auden himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 3:48pm
28th Nov 2021 3:48pm
A Minor Poem
I cannot enjoy one poem by Shelley and am delighted by every line of William Barnes, but I know perfectly well that Shelley is a major poet, and Barnes a minor one.’ - WH Auden, Nineteenth-Century Minor Poets
Am I a hedonist to say
that pleasure’s all there is, really?
To read alone is worthy of the cause.
Is that a statement so profane?
I shall confess, my Lord, I just don’t care,
when all’s been writ, who holds the gilded glove.
I’ll salt my sweet ambrosia with pulp.
And you can say I lard my soul with crap.
Yet in...
Am I a hedonist to say
that pleasure’s all there is, really?
To read alone is worthy of the cause.
Is that a statement so profane?
I shall confess, my Lord, I just don’t care,
when all’s been writ, who holds the gilded glove.
I’ll salt my sweet ambrosia with pulp.
And you can say I lard my soul with crap.
Yet in...
#unicorns
#WHAuden
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5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th Jul 2021 4:50am
28th Jul 2021 4:50am
At Evenfall
Hold to the fact
that you will find
ever a patient word
uttered in a cautious mind;
Deep though it wends
into the narrow streets
of all we'd imagine
and try never with to sleep.
So lovers, they embark
on worlds so dreamed up;
and in their distant laugh
it is cherished in a brimming cup.
Yet cups can only hold
what into them is poured
and dreams only matter
when embellished in full accord.
What did I envision,
or could I have thought;
love has little meaning ...
that you will find
ever a patient word
uttered in a cautious mind;
Deep though it wends
into the narrow streets
of all we'd imagine
and try never with to sleep.
So lovers, they embark
on worlds so dreamed up;
and in their distant laugh
it is cherished in a brimming cup.
Yet cups can only hold
what into them is poured
and dreams only matter
when embellished in full accord.
What did I envision,
or could I have thought;
love has little meaning ...
#love
#dreams
#night #WHAuden
#night #WHAuden
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15 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 4:10am
24th Jul 2021 4:10am
A Ghost Called Love
Where is the heart
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
if not within, to wherefore
leads our past wherein
a clock which chimes tells not
the hour lest we but listen;
our fruit grow sour.
We can't know, can't see but yet
it holds true what we beget
from each ghost we need so much
and heretofore we speak as such.
What mystery and fluid form
should give such life
and ourselves warm
if not for less and all for more
unto which we give no harm.
I loved her as I love you;
ne'er a fact did ring so true --
If you be gone than so...
#love
#ghosts
#WHAuden
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10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
6th Jul 2021 3:05am
6th Jul 2021 3:05am
'Tis All for the Best; ( Villanelle )
( After W. H. Auden )
I would say nothing like I told you so *,
Despite knowing the course your choices take;
Because I cannot interfere, you know.
Tis pointless inventorying your escrow:
Aware of outcomes, before it's too late;
'Tis all for the best; it ensures your growth.
There is no future that isn't malleable,
No nightmare exists, which you cannot wake;
Because I cannot interfere, you know.
The signs are there, in the spiritual world,
Glints of light, whispers, nudges as you play;
'Tis...
I would say nothing like I told you so *,
Despite knowing the course your choices take;
Because I cannot interfere, you know.
Tis pointless inventorying your escrow:
Aware of outcomes, before it's too late;
'Tis all for the best; it ensures your growth.
There is no future that isn't malleable,
No nightmare exists, which you cannot wake;
Because I cannot interfere, you know.
The signs are there, in the spiritual world,
Glints of light, whispers, nudges as you play;
'Tis...
#childhood
#spiritual
#philosophical
#wisdom
#WHAuden
680 reads
28 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
5th Jul 2021 3:42am
5th Jul 2021 3:42am
When I Am Gone
( After William Butler Yeats
for WH Auden )
When I am gone, euthanized by days' end,
My physical housing no longer apt;
And you, by water's edge, grieving, enrapt
Of moments, lingering as perfumed skin;
Eyes reflect greyish waters of the stream,
with teeth, white as river rock, sun-bleached
Atop the sandy current's countenance;
Flaxen hair, as sea grass in a marine,
Waving; and amid the reflection see
A clear resemblance: features that are yours,
Drifting within...
for WH Auden )
When I am gone, euthanized by days' end,
My physical housing no longer apt;
And you, by water's edge, grieving, enrapt
Of moments, lingering as perfumed skin;
Eyes reflect greyish waters of the stream,
with teeth, white as river rock, sun-bleached
Atop the sandy current's countenance;
Flaxen hair, as sea grass in a marine,
Waving; and amid the reflection see
A clear resemblance: features that are yours,
Drifting within...
#love
#grief
#death
#WilliamButlerYeats
#WHAuden
685 reads
29 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
18th Aug 2018 5:40pm
18th Aug 2018 5:40pm
Forsaken Cry (After Auden)
The old masters were never wrong about suffering
though we continuously stumble.
We witness atrocities, then look away
resuming the mundane, shrugging shoulders
for it was no one we knew.
The old masters painted scenes of agony
in the most ordinary places
as if to prove suffering is an isolated experience.
Onlookers see and sympathize,
but they are somehow yet removed,
not quite totally there with the sufferers.
Yes, the old masters understood
the human position of suffering,
how it is...
though we continuously stumble.
We witness atrocities, then look away
resuming the mundane, shrugging shoulders
for it was no one we knew.
The old masters painted scenes of agony
in the most ordinary places
as if to prove suffering is an isolated experience.
Onlookers see and sympathize,
but they are somehow yet removed,
not quite totally there with the sufferers.
Yes, the old masters understood
the human position of suffering,
how it is...
#suffering
#WHAuden
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2 Comments
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