Stephen Spender

(28 February 1909 – 16 July 1995 / England)

Stephen Spender Poems

1. The Truly Great 2/19/2015
2. Port Bou 4/22/2010
3. The Landscape Near An Aerodrome 4/22/2010
4. He Will Watch The Hawk 4/22/2010
5. The Labourer In The Vineyard 4/22/2010
6. The Trance 4/22/2010
7. Ultima Ratio Regum 4/22/2010
8. The Room Above The Square 4/22/2010
9. A Childhood 4/22/2010
10. The Shapes Of Death 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. A Stopwatch And An Ordnance Map 4/22/2010
14. O Night O Trembling Night 4/22/2010
15. An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum 4/22/2010
16. The Pylons 4/22/2010
17. Daybreak 4/22/2010
18. I Think Continually 4/22/2010
Best Poem of Stephen Spender

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 ...

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Daybreak

At Dawn she lay with her profile at that angle
Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel.
Her hair a harp, the hand of a breeze follows
And plays, against the white cloud of the pillows.
Then, in a flush of rose, she woke, and her eyes that opened
Swam in blue through her rose flesh that dawned.
From her dew of lips, the drop of one word
Fell like the first of fountains: murmured
'Darling', upon my ears the song of the first bird.

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