Wystan Hugh Auden If I Could Tell YouTime will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we sh...

W.H. AudenPoemHe watched with all his organs of concernHow princes walk, what wives and children say;Reopened old graves in his heart to learnWhat laws the dead had died to disobey;And came reluctantly to his conclusion...

Wystan Hugh Auden Funeral BluesStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes...

Wystan Hugh Auden August 1968The Ogre does what ogres can,Deeds quite impossible for Man,But one prize is beyond his reach,The Ogre cannot master Speech:About a subjugated plain,Among its desperate and slain,The Ogr...

Sara Teasdale “Alchemy”I lift my heart, as spring lifts upA yellow daisy to the rain;My heart will be a lovely cup,Altho' it holds, but pain.For I shall learn from flower and leaf,That color every drop they hold;To cha...

Wystan Hugh Auden O Tell Me The Truth About LoveSome say love's a little boy, And some say it's a bird, Some say it makes the world go around, Some say that's absurd, And when I asked the man next-door, Who looked as if...

Wystan Hugh Auden Epitaph on a TyrantPerfection, of a kind, was what he was after,And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;He knew human folly like the back of his hand,And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;...

И жизнь хрупка, и счастье шатко,А смерть, сводящая с ума,Коронно продолжает жатву.Прощайте, тётя Манзума...Свершат обряд, прочтут молитвы,Прольётся траурная речь,Застынет камень монолитом,Но будет время течь и течь....

William Blake A Divine ImageCruelty has a human heart,And Jealousy a human face;Terror the human form divine,And Secresy the human dress.The human dress is forged iron,The human form a fiery forge,The human face...

William BlakeLondonI wandered through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,A mark in every face I meet,Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fe...