Poems About W H Auden Published by Members Recently Online
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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
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
297 reads
5 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
662 reads
28 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
662 reads
28 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
662 reads
28 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
662 reads
28 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
662 reads
28 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
447 reads
2 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
447 reads
2 Comments
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