Stephen Spender Poems
|1.||The Truly Great||2/19/2015|
|2.||The Room Above The Square||4/22/2010|
|4.||Ultima Ratio Regum||4/22/2010|
|5.||He Will Watch The Hawk||4/22/2010|
|7.||The Shapes Of Death||4/22/2010|
|9.||The Labourer In The Vineyard||4/22/2010|
|10.||The Landscape Near An Aerodrome||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|
|13.||An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum||4/22/2010|
|15.||On The Third Day||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 ...
As a child holds a pet,
Arms clutching but with hands that do not join,
And the coiled animal watches the gap
To outer freedom in animal air,
So the earth-and-rock flesh arms of this harbour
Embrace but do not enclose the sea
Which, through a gap, vibrates to the open sea
Where ships and dolphins swim and above is the sun.
In the bright winter sunlight I sit on the stone parapet