I Don't Think Auden Liked

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.

This Is The Simplest Of All Thoughts, That Death Must Come When We Call, Although He Is A God.

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.

But One Wants The Idea Of Death, You Know, As Something Large And Unknowable, Something That Allows A Person To Stretch Himself Out. Especially One Wants It If One Is Tired. Or Perhaps What One Wants Is Simply A Release From Sensation, From All Consciousness For Ever.

I May Be Smelly And I May Be Old, Rough In My Pebbles, Reedy In My Pools, But Where My Fish Float By I Bless Their Swimming, And I Like The People To Bathe In Me Especially Women.