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Illumi-Nation: Graphic Comics of W.H. Auden

Interpreting "In Memory of W.B. Yeats" and "September 1, 1939" Through Visual Art
  • All Drawings
  • “September 1 1939”
  • “In Memory of W.B. Yeats”
  • About the Project
    • About the Artist
    • Who is W.H. Auden?
  • About the Drawings
  • Critical Illumination
  • Bibliography
“September 1, 1939,” lines 1-11

“September 1, 1939,” lines 1-11

  I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of…

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“September 1, 1939,” lines 12-22

“September 1, 1939,” lines 12-22

    Accurate scholarship can Unearth the whole offence From Luther until now That has driven a culture mad, Find…

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“September 1, 1939,” lines 23-33

“September 1, 1939,” lines 23-33

  Exiled Thucydides knew All that a speech can say About Democracy, And what dictators do, The elderly rubbish they…

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“September 1, 1939,” lines 34-44

“September 1, 1939,” lines 34-44

  Into this neutral air Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each…

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“September 1, 1939,” lines 45-55

“September 1, 1939,” lines 45-55

  Faces along the bar Cling to their average day: The lights must never go out, The music must always…

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“September 1, 1939,” lines 56-66

“September 1, 1939,” lines 56-66

  The windiest militant trash Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About…

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“September 1, 1939,” lines 67-77

“September 1, 1939,” lines 67-77

  From the conservative dark Into the ethical life The dense commuters come, Repeating their morning vow; “I will be…

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“September 1, 1939,” lines 78-88

“September 1, 1939,” lines 78-88

    All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of…

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“September 1, 1939,” lines 89-99

“September 1, 1939,” lines 89-99

    Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out…

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“In Memory of W.B. Yeats,” lines 1-11

“In Memory of W.B. Yeats,” lines 1-11

He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured the public…

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