W. H. Auden Poems

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W. H. Auden

lay your sleeping head, my love
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away... [read poem]
funeral blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,... [read poem]
epitaph on a tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;... [read poem]
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