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...manuscript of Markings was discovered in Hammarskjöld's Manhattan home shortly after his death. With it was an undated letter in which Hammarskjöld called the writings "a sort of white book concerning my negotiations with myself-and with God." Skillfully translated by W. H. Auden, with the help of a Swedish linguist, Markings is in turn earnest, pedestrian, paradoxical and noble. The first entry was written when Hammarskjöld was a college student of 20; the last, a few days before his plane crashed in Northern Rhodesia...
...version of their original readings for the Library of Congress. The album's theme, Williams explains, is suffering and social involvement-"the passion of modern poetry"-rather than personal love. The selection is personal, sometimes questionable, but stellar nonetheless. It includes T. S. Eliot, Robert Lowell, W. H. Auden, Conrad Aiken, Robert Graves and Archibald MacLeish, plus many others whose voices will not be heard again, notably William Carlos Williams, Wallace Stevens, Theodore Roethke, E. E. Cummings. Robert Frost sounds as homey as a neighbor chatting in the kitchen: Robinson Jeffers, proclaiming that violence is "the bloody sire...
...Auden, Pulitzer prizewinning poet-Litt.D. His strict and adult pen has helped to give our age its own appropriate voice...
Thus Poet W. H. Auden once darkly described Spain, but today the "arid square" of more than 30 million people is growing ever closer to the rest of Europe. Franco long ago took economic power away from the old Falangists who helped him win the civil war. Now El Caudillo, who fancies himself an economist and contributes occasional articles to Madrid newspapers under the pen name "Hispanicus," is steadily giving more authority to a corps of knowledgeable and enthusiastic technicians. The young economists have been raising both living standards and future hopes...
...Santa Claus of loneliness" was W. H. Auden's tag for his fellow poet, Rainer Maria Rilke. Rilke did not look like Santa Claus-more like the man who shot him. Beneath a nobly domed forehead, pale eyes glared out from a meanly featured face. This repellent countenance would on rare occasions be relieved by an unpleasant smile. Yet for all his unprepossessing appearance, he had the pride of Lucifer himself. He insisted on his aristocratic descent...