I think of those who were truly great. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
I'm struggling at the end to get out of the valley of hectoring youth, journalistic middle age, imposture, moneymaking, public relations, bad writing, mental confusion.
I'm struggling at the end to get out of the valley of hectoring youth, journalistic middle age, imposture, moneymaking, public relations, bad writing, mental confusion.
Moments that can never happen again and never lost their wonder.
Never allow gradually the traffic to smother with noise and fog the flowering of the spirit
People sometimes divide others into those you laugh at and those you laugh with. The young Auden was someone you could laugh-at-with.
The greatest poets are those with memories so great that they extend beyond their strongest experiences to their minutest observations of people and things far outside their own self-centeredness.
There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife - a tyrannical midwife.
When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, / I was your son, high on your horse, / My mind a top whipped by the lashes / Of your rhetoric, windy of course.
When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.
Who live under the shadow of a war,/ What can I do that matters?
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