F. Cudworth Flint, Review, 'New York Times', April 1945
In 1930 appeared in England the 'Poems1 of W.H. Auden, and the answer had been found. Here was a mind energetic, inquisitive, modern; a technique dexterous and Protean; an interest in, if not exactly an espousal of, the Communist principles, and an imagery and vocabulary so permeated by the materials and terms of psychoanalysis as at times almost to seem 'clinical* - thereby realizing an announced aim of the author. Perhaps this young poet, late of Oxford and just returned from the spiritual Babel of Berlin, would, as soon as his first enthusiasm for collecting information and styles had sobered somewhat, achieve the fusion of Marx and Freud, of the outer revolution and the inner purge, which might be the religion of the era to come.