> MacNeice I have a lot of feeling for, he was the truest poet of the lot.
In
> his later years anyhow.
The glass is falling hour by hour / The glass will fall forever
> My favourite Auden poem actually is the Cave of Making, y'know, his elegy
> for LM.
Yeah, one of the few late good ones. But mostly he was good before the
forties. How about that bar on 42nd Street? Dragging Yeats' September 1916
into now, and then Heaney replays it in that poem whose title I can never
remember ...
> superior despite the brilliance of his verse.
Well, I +like+ clever clever ....
Urrrr ...
R.
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