You asked me which of Auden’s poems
were my favourite, and I sighed
for memory’s fade, then walked to the dusty shelf
where next to those volumes of Eliot
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a fitting tribute to auden. i think (or hope) that you know what it means for me to say that (lay your sleeping head, my love human on my faithless arm) this IS a good poem bytheway. though attracted by auden i left rewarded by shepherd
How very true that we read then forget, and yet, when we return and discover them all over again, it is like meeting an old friend that we have always loved.