Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guility, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
i loved dave eggers’ and jm coetzee’s appearances, but the WH Auden poetry reading session would have to be my favourite. the above poem (lullaby), whose first stanza I have only posted, is regarded as one of the finest love poems of the last century. but does it take any of the romance out of it knowing that it was written by auden with a burly truck driver in mind?