Tag Archives: W.H. Auden

On Auden’s Face

W.H. Auden's face

Each line of your face
a dismissed metaphor.
You the timid champion
of time with men and art.

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Housman’s Razor

“A. E. Housman’s test of a true poem was simple and practical; does it make the hairs at one’s chin bristle if one repeats it silently while shaving.”

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