Monday, February 2, 2009

Poetry Tuesday


The Unknown Citizen

by W. H. Auden
(To JS/07 M 378
This Marble Monument Is Erected by the State)


He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a
saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his
generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their
education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm curious, why this selection?
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Bossy Betty said...

Betty has always liked this poem. We are all statistics to someone. Everyone is eager to tailor their advertisements, web pages, television shows to us. Amazon studies my purchases and then makes suggestions for future purchases. People take your zip code and infer all kinds of things about you. It seems we all get lost in a blizzard of numbers and assumptions and yet, amid the snow of these numbers a tiny red heart beats. Is it seen? Is it heard? Can we sell it something? Oh! Betty needs a Kleenex now!

Bossy Betty said...

P.S. I've just checked my AOL account and have three e-mails from tissue companies, offering me deals.