The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can; all of them make me laugh.
W.H. AudenTags: laughter
I smell blood and an era of prominent madmen.
W.H. AudenNow the leaves are falling fast, Nurse’s flowers will not last, Nurses to their graves are gone, But the prams go rolling on.
W.H. AudenIt is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.
W.H. AudenMost people enjoy the sight of their own handwriting as they enjoy the smell of their own farts.
W.H. AudenA poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.
W.H. AudenA professor is one who talks in someone else's sleep.
W.H. AudenThose who will not reason, perish in the act. Those who will not act, perish for that reason.
W.H. AudenMy face looks like a wedding cake left out in the rain.
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