I Don't Think Auden Liked My Poetry

There Are Moments Of Despair That Come Sometimes, When Night Sets In And A White Fog Presses Against The Windows. Then Our House Changes Its Shape, Rears Up And Becomes A Place Of Despair. Then Fear And Rage Run Simply--and The Thought Of Death As A Friend. This Is The Simplest Of Thoughts, That Death Must Come When We Call, Although He Is A God.

It Is An Amiable Part Of Human Nature, That We Should Love Our Animals; It Is Even Better To Love Them To The Point Of Folly, Than Not To Love Them At All.

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.

My Heart Was Full Of Softening Showers, I Used To Swing Like This For Hours, I Did Not Care For War Or Death, I Was Glad To Draw My Breath.

Coleridge Received The Person From Porlock And Ever After Called Him A Curse, Then Why Did He Hurry To Let Him In? He Could Have Hid In The House.