Wednesday, March 24, 2010

In re: Ann Coulter, et al.

The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach:
The Ogre cannot master speech.

About a subjugated plain,
Among its desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.

-- W. H. Auden, "August, 1968" City Without Walls

8 comments:

Chorus said...

Yes indeed.

Crimson Rambler said...

and I heard the Poet His Own Self read that one, out loud *applause*

Stealthy Dachshund said...

Ooh, very prescient.

Who was he writing it about?

Crimson Rambler said...

writing aboout the crushing of the '68 "Velvet Revolution" in Czechoslovakia...

Auntie Knickers said...

Amen!

Jim said...

One of my favourite bits from one of my favourite poets.

Chunklets said...

Brilliant!

Terri (AKA Mompriest) said...

Fabulous to hear a poem from the poets lips...and then, uhm, sigh...apply it to life.