I Don't Think Auden Liked My Poetry

I'm Sorry To Say My Dear Wife Is A Dreamer, And As She Dreams She Gets Paler And Leaner. Then Be Off To Your Dream, With His Fly-away Hat, I Stay With The Girls Who Are Happy And Fat.

Oh, No No No, It Was Too Cold Always (still The Dead One Lay Moaning) I Was Much Too Far Out All My Life And Not Waving But Drowning.

A Man May Forgive Many Wrongs, But He Cannot Easily Forgive Anyone Who Makes It Plain That His Conversation Is Tedious.

People Who Are Always Praising The Past And Especially The Time Of Faith As Best Ought To Go And Live In The Middle Ages And Be Burnt At The Stake As Witches And Sages.

The Flower And Fruit Of Love Are Mine The Ant, The Fieldmouse And The Mole