In Memory Of W. H. Auden: Poem Analysis

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W. H. Auden’s elegiac poem, “In Memory of W. B. Yeats,” pays tribute to the life and death of W. B. Yeats, one of the most extraordinary writers of the twentieth century. Broken up into three parts, the elegy starts off seemingly simple as he describes the cold day on which Yeats passed away. He recalls organic memories of “the evergreen forests” (Auden ll. 8) to date back to a younger Yeats, one full of life and full of poetry. Now, Yeats will visit “another kind of wood,” (ll. 19) as Auden relates the previous idea to the dark wood of Dante’s Inferno, where Yeats will hopefully find solace in the fact that he will be remembered by the poetry he has left behind. Auden praises Yeats in this way throughout the poem, and yet he also finds many
Auden speaks to Yeats’s greatness to reaffirm the fact that what Yeats created while he was living on this Earth was of immense importance. In the poem, Auden writes: “When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse” (ll. 24) in order to describe what many people are busy doing; he mentions them as those types of people that wouldn’t understand the importance of the creative process. They are part of the money-driven, utilitarian society where taking the time to create a work of poetry isn’t practical or useful. Auden wants to make a point to say that after everything that Yeats has created in his lifetime, even the bankers, the lawyers, and the brokers can agree “The day of his death was a dark cold day” (ll. 30). This idea that the creative process is what writing is all about was what Yeats built his writing upon; Yeats’s poetry was often times centered around the practice of writing poetry. This notion that Auden emphasizes in his elegy, that writing is just as important as (if not more important than) any other profession, is what Yeats also writes about in his poetry. In “Adam’s Curse,” Yeats talks about this very thing when he says that writing a single line can sometimes be nearly impossible and yet writing is seen by other non-writers to be a mere hobby: “For to articulate sweet sounds together / Is to work harder than all these and yet / Be thought an idler by the noisy set / Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen” (ll. 10-13). Yeats does not want the creative process to be belittled because he knows firsthand how difficult it can be at times. It is not about pairing words that rhyme with each other; it is about the development and progression of an idea. Truly great writing, like the writing of Yeats, is

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