The Faber Book of Modern American Verse was a poetry anthology edited by W. H. Auden, and published in London in 1956 by Faber and Faber. Auden had moved from the UK to the USA in 1939, and had been directly involved in the American poetry scene, particularly through his time spent on the Yale Younger Poets.
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“Wha lies here?
I, Johnny Doo.
Hoo, Johnny, is that you?
Ay, man, but am dead noo.”
—Anonymous. Johnny Doo, from Geoffrey Grigsons Faber Book of Epigrams and Epitaphs, Faber & Faber (1977)
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“Thence, flow! conceit and motion to rehearse
Pastoral terrors of youth still in the man,
Torsions of sleep, in emblematic verse
Rattling like dice unless the verse shall scan
All chance away....”
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