Two Poems

HENRY’S FATE All projects failed, in the August afternoon he lay & cursed himself & cursed his lot like Housman’s lad forsooth. A breeze sometimes came by. His sunburn itcht. His wife was out on errands. He sighed & scratcht. The little girls were fiddling …

Beethoven Triumphant

1 Dooms menace from tumults. Who’s immune among our mightier of headed men? Chary with his loins womanward, he begot us an enigma. 2 Often pretended he was absentminded whenas he couldn’t hear; and often was. ‘…always he, he everywhere, as one says of …

Dante’s Tomb

A tired banana & an empty mind at 7 A.M. My world offends my eyes bleary as an envelope cried-over after the letter’s lost. In spite of it all, both it & me, I’ll chip away at the mystery. There’s a Toltec warrior …

Two Political Poems

TO A WOMAN The problem is urgent, yes, for this hot light we so love may not last. Man seems to be darkening himself; you must still for some & the other depend on him, but perhaps essentially now it is your turn. Your three sons, …

Four Dream Songs

Opus posthumous, number 3 It’s buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried. Weather’s severe there, which it will not mind. I miss it. O happies before & during & between the times it got married. I hate the the love of leaving it behind, …

A Strut for Roethke

Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down note. And never cadenza again of flowers, or cost. Him who could really do that cleared his throat and staggered on. The bluebells, …

Three Dream Songs

  1. His malice was a pimple down his good big face, with its sly eyes. I must be sorry Mr. Frost has left: I like it so less I don’t understood— he couldn’t hear or see well—all we sift— but this is a badstory.

Auden’s Prose

Since many readers will be as pleased as this reviewer that Auden has put together a fat selection of his critical writings of recent years, and since it goes without saying that Auden’s opinions are important because they are his, I want to look into the curious fact that he …