Stephen Spender Poems
|2.||The Truly Great||2/19/2015|
|3.||The Landscape Near An Aerodrome||4/22/2010|
|4.||He Will Watch The Hawk||4/22/2010|
|5.||The Labourer In The Vineyard||4/22/2010|
|6.||Ultima Ratio Regum||4/22/2010|
|7.||The Shapes Of Death||4/22/2010|
|8.||The Room Above The Square||4/22/2010|
|11.||On The Pilots Who Destroyed Germany In The Spring Of 1945||4/22/2010|
|12.||An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum||4/22/2010|
|13.||A Stopwatch And An Ordnance Map||4/22/2010|
|14.||O Night O Trembling Night||4/22/2010|
|15.||On The Third Day||4/22/2010|
|18.||I Think Continually||4/22/2010|
I Think Continually
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny ...
On The Third Day
On the first summer day I lay in the valley.
Above rocks the sky sealed my eyes with a leaf
The grass licked my skin. The flowers bound my nostrils
With scented cotton threads. The soil invited
My hands and feet to grow down and have roots.
Bees and grass-hoppers drummed over
Crepitations of thirst rising from dry stones,
And the ants rearranged my ceaseless thoughts
Into different patterns for ever the same.