- The Night I Finished Auden
The night I finished Auden Was much like any night:A palatable meal had Appeased my appetite,A sweating green-glass bottle Provided companyFor Auden, in absentia, And absentminded me.
I like the later poems, Mannered and talkativeWith doctrinaire digressions, For posing how to liveGracefully with the knowledge That even the most wry,Intelligent, and gentle Among us, too, must die.
Wystan, you mastered meters For which I know no namesAnd thanked the god who gave us Our grammar and our games,Then selflessly accomplished— A born iconoclast—Your corpse, but left your corpus, Of which I've read the last.
I feel like one who's wandered Through hitherto unseenLandscapes, equipped with nothing But compass and canteenAnd tasked by ghosts with finding A form that could containAn elegy for oceans, An epitaph for rain. [End Page 490]
STEPHEN KAMPA is the author of three collections of poems: Cracks in the Invisible, Bachelor Pad, and Articulate as Rain. His work also appeared in Best American Poetry 2018. He currently teaches at Flagler College in Saint Augustine, Florida.