I have been looking through my copy of Auden's poems for one that
begins with him frying sausages when suddenly his hands are on the
steering wheel of his car and he is recalling another time. Maybe the
page has fallen out of my book or I'm misremembering and it isn't by
Auden. I've searched the net with no luck, can anyone help?
here is a link to it :
Nice villanelle at VI on that site.
Thank you so much, and yes the villanelle is lovely.