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Quote by W. H. Auden

“In the end, art is small beer. The really serious things are earning one's living so as not to be a parasite and loving one's neighbor.”

Quote by W. H. Auden

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W. H. Auden
W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden was a prominent 20th-century poet, celebrated for his innovative and influential poetry. His works frequently delve into themes of love, politics, and the human experience, and he is a pivotal figure in the literary movement known as New Criticism. Born on February 21, 1907, in York, England, Auden passed away on September 29, 1973. more

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