Written in the years immediately following the Second World War, in these poems Auden is haunted by the festival of war now concluded.
For the present stalks abroad
Like the past and its wronged again
Whimper and are ignored,
And the truth cannot be hid;
Somebody chose their pain,
What needn't have happened did.
If there is an overarching theme, it is the wartime triumph of technicians and social scientists. This reaches a kind of giddy though inelegant climax in "Under Which Lyre", in which the poet cheers on the "sons of Hermes" as they quietly sabotage the works of Apollo.
A compromise between us is
Impossible;
Respect perhaps but friendship never:
Falstaff the fool confronts forever
The prig Prince Hal.
Auden regards the arcane disenchantments of planners and bureaucrats with a skeptical eye.
The last word on how we may live or die
Rests today with such quiet
Men, working too hard in rooms that are too big,
Reducing to figure
What is the matter, what is to be done.
And looks forward to the apocalyptic recovery of the human.
The pantocratic riddle breaks -
"Who are you and why?"
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