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This is the Night Mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner, the girl next door.
Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
The gradient's against her, but she’s on time.
Past cotton-grass and moorland border,
Shovelling white steam over her shoulder.

— W. H. Auden Night Mail (1936)

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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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