Stephen Spender quotes

Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do. (Stephen Spender)
There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife - a tyrannical midwife. View quote
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When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course. View quote
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History is the ship carrying living memories to the future. View quote
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Religion stands, the Church blocking the sun. View quote
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For I had expected always Some brightness to hold in trust, Some final innocence To save from dust. View quote
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Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds Where the soul rests, proclaims eternity. But let the wrong cry out as raw as wounds This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends. View quote
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The iron arc of the avoiding journey Curves back upon my weakness at the end; Whether the faint light spark against my face Or in the dark my sight hide from my sight, Centre and circumference are both my weakness. View quote
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My words like eyes that flinch from light, refuse And shut upon obscurity; my acts Cast to their opposites by impatient violence Break up the sequent path; they fly On a circumference to avoid the centre. View quote
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You drive the landscape like a herd of clouds Moving against your horizontal tower Of steadfast speed. All England lies beneath you like a woman With limbs ravished By one glance carrying all these eyes. View quote
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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)
Deep in the winter plain, two armies Dig their machinery, to destroy each other. Men freeze and hunger. No one is given leave On either side, except the dead, and wounded. View quote
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Involved in my own entrails and a crust Turning a pitted surface towards a space, I am a world that watches through a sky And is persuaded by mirrors To regard its being as an external shell, One of a universe of stars and faces. View quote
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Death to the killers, bringing light to life. View quote
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All the posters on the walls All the leaflets in the streets Are mutilated, destroyed or run in rain, Their words blotted out with tears, Skins peeling from their bodies In the victorious hurricane. View quote
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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. View quote
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Whatever happens, I shall never be alone, I shall always have a fare, an affair, or a revolution. View quote
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No one Shall hunger: Man shall spend equally. Our goal which we compel: Man shall be man. View quote
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Then, as they land, they hear the tolling bell Reaching across the landscape of hysteria, To where larger than all the charcoaled batteries And imaged towers against that dying sky, Religion stands, the church blocking the sun. View quote
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Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit. View quote
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Surely, Shakespeare is wicked and the map a bad example With ships and sun and love tempting them to steal - For lives that slyly turn in their cramped holes From fog to endless night? On their slag heap, these children Wear skins peeped through by bones and spectacles of steel With mended glass, like bottle bits on stones. All of their time and space are foggy slum. So blot their maps with slums as big as doom. (Stephen Spender)
What I had not foreseen Was the gradual day Weakening the will Leaking the brightness away. View quote
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Far far from gusty waves these children's faces. Like rootless weeds the torn hair round their paleness. View quote
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His name never appeared in the papers. The world maintained its traditional wall Round the dead with their gold sunk deep as a well, Whilst his life, intangible as a Stock Exchange rumour, drifted outside. View quote
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I say, stamping the words with emphasis, Drink from here energy and only energy. View quote
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