Literary Birthday - 21 February
Happy Birthday, W.H. Auden, born 21 February 1907, died 29 September 1973
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 crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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Auden was an Anglo-American poet, born in England, who became an American citizen. He is regarded as one of the greatest writers of the 20th century for his ability to write poems in nearly every imaginable verse form. He is admired for incorporating popular culture, current events, and vernacular speech in his work. He had interests in an extraordinary variety of literatures, art forms, social and political theories, and scientific and technical information. He was a remarkable wit, and often mimicked the writing styles of other poets. He was a Chancellor of The Academy of American Poets from 1954 to 1973.
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by Amanda Patterson from Writers Write
Ahhhh my favorite poet!
Literally my favourite poem ever. Thank you Auden.
Auden.