He was my North. This is one of the saddest poems I’ve ever read – but if you have lost a lover it will resonate.
W. H. Auden
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W. H. Auden
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Auden in 1939
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Wystan Hugh Auden
21 February 1907 York, England
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| Died | 29 September 1973 (aged 66)
Vienna, Austria
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| Citizenship | British (birth), American (1946) |
| Education | M.A. English language and literature |
| Alma mater | Christ Church, Oxford |
| Occupation | Poet |
| Spouse(s) | Erika Mann (unconsummated marriage, 1935, to provide her with a British passport) |
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Wystan Hugh Auden (/ˈwɪstən ˈhjuː ˈɔːdən/; 21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973[1]) was a British-American poet. Auden’s poetry was noted for its stylistic and technical achievement, its engagement with politics, morals, love, and religion, and its variety in tone, form, and content. Some of his best known poems are about love, such as “Funeral Blues“; on political and social themes, such as “September 1, 1939” and “The Shield of Achilles“; on cultural and psychological themes, such as The Age of Anxiety; and on religious themes such as “For the Time Being” and “Horae Canonicae“.[2][3][4]