W. H. Auden, a renowned poet and critic, significantly shaped the literary world with his profound and thought-provoking works. Born in England on this day February 21, 1907, Auden’s literary journey began at a young age as his love for verse emerged from the influence of his mother, who had a keen interest in poetry. His expansive body of work includes poems, essays, plays, and libretti, all of which showcase his exceptional talent for combining intellectual depth and technical sophistication.
Auden’s influence was not confined solely to the realm of literature; he was also a prominent voice in political and social discourse. His works addressed themes such as love, politics, citizenship, religion, and morals, demonstrating his deep engagement with the human condition and societal issues. Auden’s works like “September 1, 1939” and The Age of Anxiety reflected his concern for the socio-political atmosphere of his time. His ability to articulate complex ideas and emotions in a relatable way has resonated with readers across generations.
Moreover, Auden’s influence extended internationally when he moved to the United States in 1939. His critical views on American culture and society were instrumental in shaping public opinion during critical periods in history. Notably, his poem The Age of Anxiety won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1947. The global recognition he received attests to the universal appeal and enduring relevance of his works.
W. H. Auden’s literary journey made a substantial impact on both the literary world and society at large. His insightful commentary on human nature and societal issues continues to be relevant today, demonstrating the timeless quality of his work. His enduring legacy continues to inspire and influence contemporary writers and thinkers around the world.
The More Loving One
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
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.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
-W. H. Auden
Curated by Jennifer
