Stephen Spender Poems
|1.||The Labourer In The Vineyard||4/22/2010|
|2.||The Room Above The Square||4/22/2010|
|4.||The Landscape Near An Aerodrome||4/22/2010|
|5.||The Truly Great||2/19/2015|
|6.||The Shapes Of Death||4/22/2010|
|7.||He Will Watch The Hawk||4/22/2010|
|10.||Ultima Ratio Regum||4/22/2010|
|11.||A Stopwatch And An Ordnance Map||4/22/2010|
|12.||On The Pilots Who Destroyed Germany In The Spring Of 1945||4/22/2010|
|14.||On The Third Day||4/22/2010|
|15.||An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum||4/22/2010|
|16.||O Night O Trembling Night||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 ...
I am glad I met you on the edge
Of your barbarous childhood
In what purity of pleasure
You danced alone like a peasant
For the stamping joy's own sake!
How, set in their sandy sockets,
Your clear, truthful, transparent eyes