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A shilling life will give you all the facts:
How Father beat him, how he ran away,
What were the struggles of his youth, what
Made him the greatest figure of his day;
Of how he fought, fished, hunted, worked all night,
Though giddy, climbed new mountains; named a sea;
Some of the last researchers even
Love made him weep his pints like you and me.
With all his honours on, he sighed for
Who, say astonished critics, lived at home;
Did little jobs about the house with
And nothing else; could whistle; would sit
Or potter round the garden; answered
Of his long marvellous letters but kept none.
W H Auden
Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973) was an Anglo-American poet. Auden's poetry was noted for its stylistic and technical ac
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