I Think Continually Poem by Stephen Spender

I Think Continually

Rating: 4.9


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 its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.
Born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 08 March 2013

what is precious is never to forget. good one. thanks.

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Wahab Abdul 08 March 2012

A GREAT POEM INDEED, VERY THOUGHT PROVOKING, I LIKE THE POEM BEST, PLEASE READ'' A LIAR''

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 08 March 2012

It is a great poem and a rare gem. Stephen Spender, I do not know how you lived your life in UK, but you have left your thumb print in our hearts. May your great soul rest in peace, Sir!

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