Thursday, September 6, 2012

Wystan Hugh Auden (In Memory of W. B. Yeats): A Feature image

In the nightmare of the dark,
All pets of European park,
The curious nations wait
under each sequested heat.
Intellectual minds from every place
stare from many a human face,
And the seas of pity die
hard and buried in each eye.
Follow the road, poets, make it right,
to the bottom of the night,
with your unconstrained voice
still persuade us to rejoice.
With the formation of a verse
make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
in a rapture of distress.
In the desert of the heart,
Let the healing function start,
In the prison of harmful days,
teach the troubled soul how to praise.