Thursday, September 6, 2012

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


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