Stephen Spender Poems
|1.||The Truly Great||2/19/2015|
|2.||The Labourer In The Vineyard||4/22/2010|
|4.||The Room Above The Square||4/22/2010|
|7.||Ultima Ratio Regum||4/22/2010|
|8.||The Shapes Of Death||4/22/2010|
|9.||He Will Watch The Hawk||4/22/2010|
|10.||The Landscape Near An Aerodrome||4/22/2010|
|11.||On The Third Day||4/22/2010|
|12.||On The Pilots Who Destroyed Germany In The Spring Of 1945||4/22/2010|
|13.||O Night O Trembling Night||4/22/2010|
|14.||A Stopwatch And An Ordnance Map||4/22/2010|
|16.||An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum||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 ...
He Will Watch The Hawk
He will watch the hawk with an indifferent eye
Nor on those eagles that so feared him, now
Will strain his brow;
Weapons men use, stone, sling and strong-thewed bow
He will not know.
This aristocrat, superb of all instinct,
With death close linked,