This daring love poem, written in Russia in 1914, relays its intense passion with sardonic resignation Poem 1 Are you happy? You never tell me. Maybe it’s better like this. You’ve kissed so many ...
Sitting in a bar on 52nd Street, WH Auden read in the “folded lie” of a newspaper about the accession of Danzig to the Third Reich. The poem he would write about the events of that night is the ...
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