Only a week or two ago, this short poem by W H Auden could be filed away as a piece of twentieth century history. Suddenly, it is topical all over again.
I re-discovered it when I watched the 2003 BBC series, Cambridge Spies, in which it is featured. “Is he talking about Hitler?, asks the character who reads it aloud. It was published in Auden’s 1940 collection, Another Time. Certainly, at the end of the 1930s, or in Auden’s words, “that low, dishonest decade”, most readers in Britain would probably have taken it as referring to Hitler, Franco or Mussolini.
The irony in a drama about Guy Burgess, Kim Philby and Anthony Blunt, is that as dedicated anti-fascists, they failed to see that in offering their clandestine services to Stalin, they were collaborating with a dictator of equal ferocity.
Epitaph on a Tyrant by W H Auden
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
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