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W. H. Auden Quotes

«Goodness is easier to recognize than to define.»
«lay your faithless head upon my arm»
Author: W. H. Auden (Dramatist, Editor, Poet) | Keywords: faithless
«A shilling life will give you all the facts.»
«If time were the wicked sheriff in a horse opera, I'd pay for riding lessons and take his gun away.»
«Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin...let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead. Put crepe bows 'round the necks of public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East, my West. My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now, put out every one. Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good.»
«Poetry is the clear expression of mixed feelings.»
Author: W. H. Auden (Dramatist, Editor, Poet) | About: Poetry
«Hunger allows no choice, To the citizens or the police; We must love one another or die»
«When it comes, will it come without warning/ Just as I'm picking my nose?/ Will it knock on my door in the morning,/ Or tread in the bus on my toes?/ Will it come like a change in the weather?/ Will its greeting be courteous or rough?»
«When one has great gifts, what answer to the meaning of existence should one require beyond the right to exercise them?»
«Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.»