Happy birthday, Auden.
by onepuzzledspecies
Wystan Hugh Auden was born on the 21st of Feburary, 1907.
Today I have marked the anniversary by listening to Auden’s own recorded readings of his poetry and to readings by other people on youtube. I also found a short documentary from 2000 that I hadn’t seen before: Tell Me The Truth About Love.
Reading some of his poems for myself, I once again remembered how much I enjoy the rythm and sound of Auden’s lyrics. I decided to record a few of my favourites, three poems from the collection Another Time, and two from the Sonnet Sequence “Sonnets from China,” which first appeared in Auden and Isherwood’s Journey to a War.
Enjoy the poetry, the Norwegian accent and the background noise from the street outside our apartment.
Lullaby (from Another Time)
Wrapped in a yielding air (Another Time)
Another Time (from Another Time)
Sonnet I from “Sonnets from China” (Originally published in Journey to a War, the cycle was later cut down and edited slightly. This version is from Collected Poems, I think)
Sonnet XI from “Sonnets from China”



I think that “Lullaby”, whatever else it may be, is one of the *truest* love poems ever written. In particular:
“Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.”
and
“Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
…
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.”
And it’s always nice to hear it spoken, with its very unique movement and rhythm, the lines flowing into and fusing with one another to form a single, emotionally charged whole. Thanks.
I agree, it’s very sober – and sobering – in its assessments. Yet one of the most beautiful lyric poems I know of.