100 ANOS DE W.H. AUDEN (1907-1973)

Apesar dos antípodas políticos sempre adorei a poesia de W.H.Auden. Digam se esta não é magnífica?

Epitaph on a Tyrant
by W. H. Auden
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets