London: Faber and Faber, 836 pp., £30.00 (paper)
Norton, 572 pp. (out of print)
Gerrards Cross: Colin Smythe,184 pp., £27.50
If you're a poet fated to be eclipsed, doubtless you could do worse than to have W.H. Auden be the one who stands between you and the light. For one thing, Auden's surpassing range, both of mode and subject matter, leaves a broad field for maneuvering. For another, his civility and geniality are—to choose an Audenesque term—comfy; the shadow he casts is warm rather than cold.
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