W. H. Auden Quotes About Lying

Quotes about: Lying

• All I have is a voice to undo the folded lie, the romantic lie in the brain of the sensual man-in-the-street and the lie of Authority whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State and no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice to the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

  W. H. Auden

  Being Happy, Lying, Men

  Another Time (1940) "September 1, 1939"

• Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.

  W. H. Auden

  Art, Lying, Poetry

  "In Memory of W. B. Yeats" l. 42 (1940)

• It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.

  W. H. Auden

  Lying, Noses, Littles

• Defenceless under the night
  Our world in stupor lies;
  Yet, dotted everywhere,
  Ironic points of light
  Flash out wherever the Just
  Exchange their messages:
  May I, composed like them
  Of Eros and of dust,
  Beleaguered by the same
  Negation and despair,
  Show an affirming flame.

  W. H. Auden

  Lying, Night, Dust

  "September 1, 1939" l. 92 (1939) See George H.W. Bush 3

• But he would have us most of all remember to be enthusiastic over the night. Not only for the sense of wonder it alone has to offer but also because it needs our love. For with sad eyes its delectable creatures look up and beg us dumbly to ask them to follow. They are exiles who long for a future that lies in our power.

  W. H. Auden

  Dream, Lying, Eye

• Acts of injustice done
  Between the setting and the rising sun
  In history lie like bones, each one.

  W. H. Auden

  Lying, Rising, Done

  "The Ascent of F6: A Tragedy in Two Acts". Play by W. H. Auden and Christopher Isherwood, 1936.

• Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead.

  W. H. Auden

  Lying, Vegas, Bed

  'Look, Stranger!' (1936) no. 2

• Intellectual disgrace
  Stares from every human face,
  And the seas of pity lie
  Locked and frozen in each eye.

  W. H. Auden

  Lying, Sadness, Eye

  "In Memory of W. B. Yeats" l. 46 (1940)

• It has been said that a poem should not mean but be. This is not quite accurate. In a poem, as distinct from many other kinds of verbal societies, meaning and being are identical. A poem might be called a pseudo-person. Like a person, it is unique and addresses the reader personally. On the other hand, like a natural being and unlike a historical person, it cannot lie.

  W. H. Auden

  Lying, Mean, Unique

  Source: www.guernicamag.com

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