When I am in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a drawing room full of dukes. W. H. Auden More Quotes by W. H. Auden More Quotes From W. H. Auden The actors today really need the whip hand. They're so lazy. They haven't got the sense of pride in their profession that the less socially elevated musical comedy and music hall people or acrobats have. The theater has never been any good since the actors became gentlemen. W. H. Auden pride hands people Now the leaves are falling fast, W. H. Auden flower nurse fall The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake. W. H. Auden mets gone mistake Let me see what I wrote so I know what I think W. H. Auden let-me knows thinking Beloved, we are always in the wrong, Handling so clumsily our stupid lives, Suffering too little or too long, Too careful even in our selfish loves: The decorative manias we obey Die in grimaces round us every day, Yet through their tohu-bohu comes a voice Which utters an absurd command - Rejoice. W. H. Auden selfish voice stupid Happy the hare at morning, for she cannot read The hunter's waking thoughts. W. H. Auden waking hunters morning Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry. W. H. Auden ireland mad hurt But he would have us most of all remember to be enthusiastic over the night. Not only for the sense of wonder it alone has to offer but also because it needs our love. For with sad eyes its delectable creatures look up and beg us dumbly to ask them to follow. They are exiles who long for a future that lies in our power. W. H. Auden eye dream lying But if a stranger in the train asks me my occupation, I never answer "writer" for fear that he may go on to ask me what I write, and to answer "poetry" would embarrass us both, for we both know that nobody can earn a living simply by writing poetry. W. H. Auden goes-on answers writing Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep W. H. Auden cant like-love knows The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers W. H. Auden flower rain fall The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun. W. H. Auden funeral stars moon Each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom. W. H. Auden convinced cells As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no ending. 'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, '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 ocean stars love-you Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy. W. H. Auden fog grieving world O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them in up to the wrist; W. H. Auden regret water hands We till shadowed days are done, W. H. Auden devil done work Lost in a haunted wood, W. H. Auden fear night children Caesar's double-bed is warm W. H. Auden clerks work writing Behind you swiftly the figure comes softly, W. H. Auden behind-you disease skins
