Poems of Stephen Spender
|2.||A Stopwatch and an Ordnance Map||4/22/2010|
|3.||An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum||4/22/2010|
|5.||He will Watch the Hawk||4/22/2010|
|6.||I Think Continually||4/22/2010|
|7.||O Night O Trembling Night||4/22/2010|
|8.||On The Pilots Who Destroyed Germany In The Spring Of 1945||4/22/2010|
|9.||On The Third Day||4/22/2010|
|11.||The Labourer In The Vineyard||4/22/2010|
|12.||The Landscape near an Aerodrome||4/22/2010|
|14.||The Room Above the Square||4/22/2010|
|15.||The Shapes of Death||4/22/2010|
|17.||Ultima Ratio Regum||4/22/2010|
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.