High sprits they had: gravity they flouted.
It is unwise to equate scientific activity with what we call reason, poetic activity with what we call imagination. Without the imaginative leap from… - Cecil Day-Lewis
It is unwise to equate scientific activity with what we call reason, poetic activity with what we call imagination. Without the imaginative leap from…
- Cecil Day-Lewis
High sprits they had: gravity they flouted. - Cecil Day-Lewis
Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit. - Cecil Day-Lewis
Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.
There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man. - Cecil Day-Lewis
There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.
Selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in letting go. - Cecil Day-Lewis
Selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in letting go.
A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in po… - Cecil Day-Lewis
A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in po…
Flying alone! Nothing gives such a sense of mastery over time over mechanism, mastery indeed over space, time, and life itself, as this. - Cecil Day-Lewis
Flying alone! Nothing gives such a sense of mastery over time over mechanism, mastery indeed over space, time, and life itself, as this.
To travel like a bird, lightly to view | Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand, | Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land; | To escape time,… - Cecil Day-Lewis
To travel like a bird, lightly to view | Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand, | Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land; | To escape time,…
We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet. - Cecil Day-Lewis
We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.
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