W.H. Auden

After Reading A Child's Guide To Modern Physics If all a top physicist knows A New Age So an age ended, and its last deliverer died Another Time For us like any other fugitive, Are You There? Each lover has some theory of his own As I Walked Out One Evening As I walked out one evening, As We Like It Certainly our city with its byres of poverty down to Atlantis Being set on the idea At Last the Secret is Out At last the secret is out, At the Party Unrhymed, unrhythmical, the chatter goes: August 1968 The Ogre does what ogres can, A Walk After Dark A cloudless night like this Base Words Are Uttered Base words are uttered only by the base Canzone When shall we learn, what should be clear as day, Cocaine Lil and Morphine Sue Did you ever hear about Cocaine Lil? Dear, Though the Night Is Gone Dear, though the night is gone, Epitaph On A Tyrant Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, For Friends Only (for John and Teckla Clark) For What As Easy For what as easy Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Ganymede He looked in all His wisdom from the throne Give me a doctor Give me a doctor partridge-plump, If I Could Tell You Time will say nothing but I told you so, In Memory of Sigmund Freud When there are so many we shall have to mourn, In Memory Of W.B. Yeats I In Praise Of Limestone If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones, In the Time of War, XII And the age ended, and the last deliverer died. Kairos and Logos I Lady Lady, weeping at the crossroads Law Like Love Law, say the gardeners, is the sun, Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love Lay your sleeping head, my love, Let History Be My Judge We made all possible preparations, Like A Vocation Not as that dream Napoleon, rumour's dread and centre, Lullaby Lay your sleeping head, my love, Miranda My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely, Musée des Beaux Arts About suffering they were never wrong, Night Mail I Nocturne Now through night's caressing grip Old People's Home All are limitory, but each has her own One Evening As I walked out one evening, On the Circuit Among pelagian travelers, O Tell Me The Truth About Love Some say love's a little boy, O What Is That Sound O what is that sound which so thrills the ear O Where Are You Going? "O where are you going?" said reader to rider, Partition Unbiased at least he was when he arrived on his mission, Petition Sir, no man's enemy, forgiving all Refugee Blues Say this city has ten million souls, Roman Wall Blues Over the heather the wet wind blows, Seascape Look, stranger, at this island now September 1, 1939 I sit in one of the dives Song Of The Master And Boatswain At Dirty Dick's and Sloppy Joe's Taller To-day Taller to-day, we remember similar evenings, The Fall of Rome (for Cyril Connolly) The Geography of the House (for Christopher Isherwood) The Hidden Law The Hidden Law does not deny The Labyrinth Anthropos apteros for days The More Loving One Looking up at the stars, I know quite well The Novelist Encased in talent like a uniform, The Quest I. The Door The Riddle Underneath the leaves of life, The Shield Of Achilles She looked over his shoulder The Two You are the town and we are the clock. The Unknown Citizen (To JS/07/M/378/ This Marble Monument They Wondered Why the Fruit had Been Forbidden They wondered why the fruit had been forbidden: This Lunar Beauty This lunar beauty Three Short Poems "The underground roads Twelve Songs I. Song of the Beggars Under Which Lyre A REACTIONARY TRACT FOR THE TIMES Victor Victor was a little baby, Villanelle Time can say nothing but I told you so, Voltaire At Ferney Almost happy now, he looked at his estate. We're Late Clocks cannot tell our time of day We Too Had Known Golden Hours We, too, had known golden hours Who's Who A shilling life will give you all the facts: