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Dichter, Professor für Dichtkunst/Oxford (England/USA, 1907 - 1973).

Wyston Hugh Auden · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum

Wyston Hugh Auden wäre heute 117 Jahre, 7 Monate, 13 Tage oder 42.960 Tage alt.

Geboren am 21.02.1907 in York
Gestorben am 28.09.1973 in Wien
Sternzeichen: ♓ Fische

• A professor is one who talks in someone else's sleep.

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• A shilling life will give you all the facts.

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• A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate; it goes on to become.

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• About suffering they were never wrong, / The Old Masters.

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• Admirer as I think I am / Of stars that do not give a damn, / I cannot, now I see them, say / I missed one terribly all day.

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• 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.

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• Altogether elsewhere, vast / Herds of reindeer move across / Miles and miles of golden moss, / Silently and very fast.

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• 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.

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• And make us as Newton was, who in his garden watching / The apple falling towards England, became aware / Between himself and her of an eternal tie.

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• Art is born of humiliation.

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• At the far end of the enormous room / An orchestra is playing to the rich.

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• August for the people and their favourite islands.

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• Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions / To all musicians, appear and inspire: / Translated Daughter, come down and startle / Composing mortals with immortal fire.

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• But in my arms till break of day / Let the living creature lie, / Mortal, guilty, but to me / The entirely beautiful.

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• Earth receive an honored guest; / William Yeats is laid to rest.

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

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• Even the dreadful martyrdrom must run its course / Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot / Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse / Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

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• Evil is unspectacular and always human and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

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• Failures either do not know what they want, or jib at the price.

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• For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives: / In the valley of its saying where executives / Would never want to tamper.

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