Maxioms by W. H. Auden
Proper names are poetry in the raw. Like all poetry they are untranslatable.
Proper names are poetry in the raw. Like all poetry they are untranslatable.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, read more
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
When the Sex War ended with the slaughter of the Grandmothers, / They found a bachelor's baby suffocating under them; read more
When the Sex War ended with the slaughter of the Grandmothers, / They found a bachelor's baby suffocating under them; / Somebody called him George and that was the end of it: / They hitched him up to the Army.
Among those whom I like, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all read more
Among those whom I like, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
