As I Walked Out One Evening (Poem By WH Auden)

Please be aware: this poem, like others by Auden, is a meditation on human love, but also on impermanence, loss, and the inexorable passing of time. Listen intently and feel the words. Beauty and sadness, immanence, and isolation are all present in generous measures.

Transcript

As I walked out one evening,

Walking down Bristol Street,

The crowds upon the pavement were fields of harvest wheat,

And down by the Brimming River I heard a lover sing,

Under an arch of the railway,

Love has no ending.

I'll love you dear,

I'll love you till China and Africa meet,

And the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.

I'll love you till the ocean is folded and hung up to dry and the seven stars go squawking like geese about the sky.

The years shall run like rabbits,

For in my arms I hold the flower of the ages and the first love of the world.

But all the clocks in the city began to whir and chime,

Oh let not time deceive you,

You cannot conquer time.

In the burrows of the nightmare where justice naked is,

Time watches from the shadow and coughs when you would kiss.

In headaches and in worry,

Vaguely life leaks away and time will have his fancy tomorrow or today.

Into many a green valley drifts the appalling snow,

Time breaks the threaded dancers and the divers brilliant bow.

Oh plunge your hands in water,

Plunge them in up to the wrist,

Stare,

Stare in the basin and wonder what you've missed.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard,

The desert sighs in the bed and the crack in the tea cup opens the lane to the land of the dead where the beggars raffle the bank notes and the giant is enchanting to Jack and the lily white boy is Aurora and Jill goes down on her back.

Oh look,

Look in the mirror,

Oh look in your distress,

Life remains a blessing although you cannot bless.

Oh stand,

Stand at the window as the tears scald and start,

You shall love your crooked neighbour with your crooked heart.

It was late,

Late in the evening,

The lovers they were gone,

The clocks had ceased their chiming and the river deep ran on.

Reviews

Such a beautiful voice, and superior recitation of the poem. I’ve listened to several of Peace Flower’s tracks, and they are all gorgeous. I’d love him to read a bedtime story! Lovely addition to the Insight Timer teacher community.

Fantastic rendition. Do you not do some poems 10-20 minutes long? Have you read Tagore? It would suit your style very well, I think