Poems About W H Auden by Top Critiquers

( 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 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...