I certainly didn't mean to slight Auden by singling out his elegy for Yeats, but that poem, for me, is an ars poetica that is almost inexhaustably inspiring. His elegy for Freud is also astonishing--the frightening thing is he wrote those two poems and "September 1, 1939" all around the same period in his life. Talk about a hot streak.
[This message has been edited by C.G. Macdonald (edited September 22, 2001).]
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