
W. H. Auden in Greenwich Village, by Richard Avedon
Let us celebrate the birthday of W. H. Auden, that immensely gifted poet and thinker!
My first book was about him, and I have edited two of his long poems, The Age of Anxiety and (coming soon) For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio.
Why do I think so highly of him and return to him so often? Well, here are some essays and reviews that might help to explain:
- “Auden and the Limits of Poetry”
- “Remembering Auden”
- “The Poet’s Prose”
- My introduction to The Age of Anxiety
Also, you might be interested in the syllabus for a course Auden taught at the University of Michigan in 1941.
But above all, read the poems!



Thanks for the links.
No poet consistently knocks me on my tailbone the way Auden does. “Death’s Echo” makes me want to lie down in the fetal position and turn out all the lights. “As I Walked Out this Evening”–each stanza is a masterpiece–leaves me with some hope, however. At my lowest points, I try to remind myself that life remains a blessing although I cannot bless.
Here’s me on Auden’s “The More Loving One”
http://laughterhopesockintheeye.wordpress.com/2012/06/30/for-all-they-care/