In
all things, even penitence,
Instruct
us in the civil art
Of
making from the muddled heart
A
desert and a city where
The
thoughts that have to labor there
May
find locality and peace,
And
pent-up feelings their release.”— English
poet-critic W.H. Auden (1907-1973), “New Year Letter” (1940)
“New
Year Letter” is far longer than my favorite W.H. Auden poem, “In Memory of
W.B.Yeats.” But if it didn’t have that elegy's concentrated power, it issued an equally ringing
summons to the best human impulses toward tolerance and hope only a few months into a second world war
that had arisen from the most hideous brutality the world had ever known, as I think you'll see in the above lines.
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