In railway halls, on pavements near the traffic, They beg, their eyes made big by empty staring And only measuring Time , like the blank clock. No, I shall weave no tracery of pen-ornament To make them birds upon my singing tree: Time merely drives these lives which do not live As tides push rotten stuff along the shore.
History is the ship carrying living memories to the future. - Stephen Spender
History is the ship carrying living memories to the future.
- Stephen Spender
All that you can imagine you already know. - Stephen Spender
All that you can imagine you already know.
My single pair of eyes Contain the universe they see; Their mirrored multiplicity Is packed into a hollow body Where I reflect the many, in my one. - Stephen Spender
My single pair of eyes Contain the universe they see; Their mirrored multiplicity Is packed into a hollow body Where I reflect the many, in my one.
Although Poets are vain and ambitious, their vanity and ambition are of the purest kind attainable in this world. They are ambitious to be accepted f… - Stephen Spender
Although Poets are vain and ambitious, their vanity and ambition are of the purest kind attainable in this world. They are ambitious to be accepted f…
For I had expected always Some brightness to hold in trust, Some final innocence To save from dust - Stephen Spender
For I had expected always Some brightness to hold in trust, Some final innocence To save from dust
So i learned both to accept myself and to aim beyond myself - Stephen Spender
So i learned both to accept myself and to aim beyond myself
But reading is not idleness?it is the passive, receptive side of civilization without which the active and creative world would be meaningless. It is… - Stephen Spender
But reading is not idleness?it is the passive, receptive side of civilization without which the active and creative world would be meaningless. It is…
Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do. - Stephen Spender
Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.
What we call the freedom of the individual is not just the luxury of one intellectual to write what he likes to write but his being a voice which can… - Stephen Spender
What we call the freedom of the individual is not just the luxury of one intellectual to write what he likes to write but his being a voice which can…
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