For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its making where executives. Would never want to tamper, flows on south. From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, A way of happening, a mouth.
W. H. AudenAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: February 21, 1907
- Died: September 29, 1973