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Stephen Spender

All Quotes by Stephen Spender

“Since we are what we are, what shall we be The light, and then resign it for the grave.”
— Stephen Spender
“Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.”
— Stephen Spender
“I simply had to get there.”
— Stephen Spender
“There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife — a tyrannical midwife.”
— Stephen Spender
“When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes,Of your rhetoric, windy of course.”
— Stephen Spender
“I'm struggling at the end to get out of the valley of hectoring youth, journalistic middle age, imposture, moneymaking, public relations, bad writing, mental confusion.”
— Stephen Spender
“History is the ship carrying living memories to the future.”
— Stephen Spender
“I say, stamping the words with emphasis, Drink from here energy and only energy”
— Stephen Spender
“Eye, gazelle, delicate wanderer, Touch, love, all senses...”
— Stephen Spender
“No one Our goal which we compel: Man shall be man.”
— Stephen Spender
“Death to the killers, bringing light to life.”
— Stephen Spender
“After the first powerful plain manifestoBut gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.”
— Stephen Spender
“Ah, like a comet through flame she moves entrancedBreaking with honey buds, shall ever equal.”
— Stephen Spender
“Death is another milestone on their way. How this one excelled all others in making driving belts.”
— Stephen Spender
“They think how one life hums, revolves and toils, One cog in a golden singing hive...”
— Stephen Spender
“What I had not foreseen Leaking the brightness away”
— Stephen Spender
“For I had expected always To save from dust”
— Stephen Spender
“Across this dazzling They sign: 'I AM!'”
— Stephen Spender
“In railway halls, on pavements near the traffic, As tides push rotten stuff along the shore.”
— Stephen Spender
“Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends.”
— Stephen Spender
“At dawn she lay with her profile at that angle Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel.”
— Stephen Spender
“I think continually of those who were truly great. Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.”
— Stephen Spender
“What is precious is never to forget With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.”
— Stephen Spender
“Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, And left the vivid air signed with their honour.”
— Stephen Spender
“More beautiful and soft than any moth Scarcely disturbing charted currents of air.”
— Stephen Spender
“In the last sweep of love, they pass over fields But soon are hid under the loud city.”
— Stephen Spender
“Then, as they land, they hear the tolling bell Religion stands, the church blocking the sun.”
— Stephen Spender
“Our single purpose was to walk through snowLike compass iron.”
— Stephen Spender
“Extensive whiteness drownedStatic, glaring days, Time's suspended blank.”
— Stephen Spender
“What the eye delights in, no longer dictatesOn the horizon's rim: they sign their peace, in games.”
— Stephen Spender
“There was a wood,I entered with myself. I left with a woman.”
— Stephen Spender
“History has tonguesBalancing present sky.”
— Stephen Spender
“The laurelled exiles, kneeling to kiss these sands. Read books as though he broke up flints.”
— Stephen Spender
“One, a poet, went babbling like a fountainExposed to a too violent sun.”
— Stephen Spender
“Let your ghost follow ever a bride:”
— Stephen Spender
“Whatever happens, I shall never be alone, I shall always have a fare, an affair, or a revolution.”
— Stephen Spender
“Of course, the entire effort is to put myselfIn the outer suburbs. Well, well, I carry on.”
— Stephen Spender
“Yet supposing that a bomb should diveWhich is all mystery or nothing.”
— Stephen Spender
“You drive the landscape like a herd of cloudsBy one glance carrying all these eyes.”
— Stephen Spender
“Deep in the winter plain, two armiesOn either side, except the dead, and wounded.”
— Stephen Spender
“All have become so nervous and so coldWhich brought him here, more terribly than bullets.”
— Stephen Spender
“The guns spell money's ultimate reasonHe was a better target for a kiss.”
— Stephen Spender
“His name never appeared in the papers.rumour, drifted outside.”
— Stephen Spender
“Consider his life which was valuelessLying under the olive tree, O world, O death?”
— Stephen Spender
“Under the olive trees, from the groundRaging with flags on the world's shore.”
— Stephen Spender
“Your heart was loaded with its fate like leadWhich cut their lands and killed their men.”
— Stephen Spender
“Your quicksilver declaiming eye Which thickened into Allies.”
— Stephen Spender
“To break out of the chaos of my darknessOut of my darkness into a lucid day.”
— Stephen Spender
“My words like eyes that flinch from light, refuseOn a circumference to avoid the centre.”
— Stephen Spender
“The iron arc of the avoiding journeyCentre and circumference are both my weakness.”
— Stephen Spender
“My single pair of eyesWhere I reflect the many, in my one.”
— Stephen Spender
“And if this I were destroyed,Closing, they shut me in a coffin.”
— Stephen Spender
“Here where I lie is the hot pitIn double sorrow.”
— Stephen Spender
“I wear your kiss like a featherLaid upon my cheek”
— Stephen Spender
“And then the heart in its white sailing prideLife, waiting for all your life to speak.”
— Stephen Spender
“Involved in my own entrails and a crustOne of a universe of stars and faces.”
— Stephen Spender
“The seen and seeing softly mutually strikeAt the back of love, the back of air, the back of light.”
— Stephen Spender
“You stared out of the window on the emptinessWho sees for the first time things happen.”
— Stephen Spender
“When you smiled,Where it had always been silverly carried.”
— Stephen Spender
“All the posters on the walls In the victorious hurricane.”
— Stephen Spender
“Far far from gusty waves these children's faces. Like rootless weeds the torn hair round their paleness.”
— Stephen Spender
“Surely, Shakespeare is wicked and the map a bad example So blot their maps with slums as big as doom.”
— Stephen Spender
“Unless, governor, teacher, inspector, visitor, History is theirs whose language is the sun.”
— Stephen Spender