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Underneath the abject willow,
Lover, sulk no more;
Act from thought should quickly follow:
What is thinking for?
Your unique and moping station
Proves you cold;
Stand up and fold
Your map of desolation.

— W. H. Auden Look, Stranger! (1936) · On This Island (1937)

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To save your world you asked this man to die;
Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?

The Shield of Achilles (1955)

Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.

The Dyer's Hand, and Other Essays (1962)

The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.

Forewords and Afterwords (1973)

Christmas and Easter can be subjects for poetry, but Good Friday, like Auschwitz, cannot. The reality is so horrible, it is not surprising that people should have found it a stumbling block to faith.

A Certain World: A Commonplace Book (1970)

Let us honor if we can
The vertical man
Though we value none
But the horizontal one.

Poems (1933)

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