With so much doom and gloom around at the moment I thought I might as well add to it by opening with this one for the New Year: Auden’s take on the way a civilisation decays, couched partly in terms of the fall of Rome, but also cheerfully anachronistic in places. The message seems to be that things end not with a bang but a whimper: his vision is of a society losing cohesion and a sense of purpose, its culture becoming increasingly divorced from reality, its citizens taking refuge in private recreation and the pursuit of personal gain while crime and corruption flourish and such concepts as honour and duty fall by the wayside. The poem concludes on what may or may not be a consoling note with the thought that elsewhere beyond the human sphere nature continues unaffected on its own indifferent way. It should be borne in mind that this was written in 1945, when there was relatively little concern about man’s impact on the environment; I think if he were writing today Auden would be less sanguine about the ability of the natural world to continue inviolate.

The poem is dense with Auden’s idiosyncratic imagery. I love the image of the reindeer in the last stanza, but worry that it doesn’t really stand up to scrutiny. Why are the reindeer in such a hurry? Reindeer eat moss, so confronted with miles and miles of the stuff wouldn’t they instead be moving rather slowly, chomping as they went?

Fisc: the state treasury.
Cato: Cato the Younger (95 BC – 46 BC), a Roman senator notorious for his belief in the old Roman virtues of stoicism and self-sacrifice, making him a scourge of the late Republic; in the end he committed suicide rather than compromise with what he saw as the tyrannical regime of Julius Caesar. Not to be confused with Cato the Elder (234-149 BC), Cato the Younger’s great-grandfather, who was cut from much the same cloth, and is particularly remembered for his tough line on Carthage with speeches in which he repeatedly urged ‘Carthago delenda est’ (Carthage must be destroyed).
Cerebrotonic: having a personality characterized by shyness, introspection, and emotional restraint. Nice example of a mot juste.

The Fall of Rome

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.

Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns.

Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend.

Cerebrotonic Cato may
Extol the Ancient Disciplines,
But the muscle-bound Marines
Mutiny for food and pay.

Caesar’s double-bed is warm
As an unimportant clerk
Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK
On a pink official form.

Unendowed with wealth or pity,
Little birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting on their speckled eggs,
Eye each flu-infected city.

Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.

W.H.Auden