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.||He Will Watch The Hawk||4/22/2010|
|8.||Ultima Ratio Regum||4/22/2010|
|9.||On The Pilots Who Destroyed Germany In The Spring Of 1945||4/22/2010|
|10.||The Shapes Of Death||4/22/2010|
|12.||An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum||4/22/2010|
|13.||On The Third Day||4/22/2010|
|14.||O Night O Trembling Night||4/22/2010|
|15.||A Stopwatch And An Ordnance Map||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,