I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky. W. H. Auden More Quotes by W. H. Auden More Quotes From W. H. Auden If it form the one landscape that we the inconstant ones W. H. Auden landscape afterlife water Poetry makes nothing happen. W. H. Auden poet happens There was still gold and silver in the mountains, W. H. Auden mountain sorrow gold We honor founders of these starving cities, W. H. Auden sorrow cities honor One of the most horrible, yet most important, discoveries of our age has been that, if you really wish to destroy a person and turn him into an automaton, the surest method is not physical torture, in the strict sense, but simply to keep him awake, i.e., in an existential relation to life without intermission. W. H. Auden important wish discovery It's usually the stupid people that develop long illnesses. You need more than indolence and selfishness, you need endurance to make a good patient. W. H. Auden stupid long people Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire. W. H. Auden squares fire running Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic. W. H. Auden philosophical sound death Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss W. H. Auden moss nature moving The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods. W. H. Auden soul tree country The condition of mankind is, and always has been, so miserable and depraved that, if anyone were to say to the poet: "For God's sake stop singing and do something useful like putting on the kettle or fetching bandages," what just reason could he give for refusing? W. H. Auden singing sake giving The surest sign that a man has a genuine taste of his own is that he is uncertain of it. W. H. Auden genuine taste men Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry. W. H. Auden poetry lying art 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. W. H. Auden cutting grief dog Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself. W. H. Auden species fate life All pity is self-pity. W. H. Auden self-pity pity self By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems. W. H. Auden mourning tongue poet The true men of action in our time, those who transform the world, are not the politicians and statesmen, but the scientists W. H. Auden action men world We were put on this Earth to help others. Why others were put here is W. H. Auden helping-others earth helping A shilling life will give you all the facts. W. H. Auden giving facts