W.H. Auden, born in England, is considered to be a staple among modern poets. He had the versatility to write in many different verse forms and was an incredible influence. As I Walked Out One Evening uses the unorthodox method of featuring three different speakers in the poem. It starts with just a typically evening walk, but turns into much more. The use of just one narrator generally limits the perspective to just one point of view, however, with three; the reader gets three unique takes on life. One is taking a leisurely stroll, enjoying life, another is declaring his love, and the third is the voice of time stating that everyone’s time will run out eventually. Overall, the poem is able to give the reader something everyone needs in their life, multiple ideologies about a situation. It is important to have one’s own ideas, but equally so to listen to the ideas of others. There is no point in living in the past and whether we like it or not, life keeps going, time continues tick, and inevitably, we will run out of time. On the other hand, as Auden points out, the only thing ever never ceases is nature.

As I walked out one evening

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
‘O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

‘In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

‘In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

‘Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver’s brilliant bow.

‘O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you’ve missed.

‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

‘O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

‘O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on. 

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