(1907–1973)
English-born U.S. poet
W. H. Auden
Aside from purely technical analysis, nothing can be said about music, except when it is bad; when it is good, one can only listen and be grateful.
A Certain World (New York: The Viking Press, 1970), foreword, vii.
Healing is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.
“The Art of Healing,” in Collected Poems ed. by Edward Mendelson (New York: Random House, 2007), 836.
I do not feel I have been told a fact hitherto unknown to me, but rather, that I have been made conscious of a fact which, unconsciously, I have always known.
Foreword to Sens-Plastique (Los Angeles: Green Integer, 2008), 5.