"Mask" by Stephen Spender
The face of the landscape is a mask of bone and iron lines where time has plowed its character...
As man behind his mask still wears a child.
"Mask" by Stephen Spender
The face of the landscape is a mask of bone and iron lines where time has plowed its character...
As man behind his mask still wears a child.
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#StephenSpender #TheTrulyGreat #PoetryCommunity #PoemOfTheDay #PoemsRethabileLikes #Poems #BritishPoetry
#StephenSpender #TheTrulyGreat #PoetryCommunity #PoemOfTheDay #PoemsRethabileLikes
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Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/stephe...
✒ #StephenSpender, English poet and critic, was #BOTD 28 February 1909. #Literature
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/stephe...
✒ #StephenSpender, English poet and critic, was #BOTD 28 February 1909. #Literature
by #StephenSpender
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
by #StephenSpender
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
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
- #StephenSpender, 'The Truly Great'
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
- #StephenSpender, 'The Truly Great'
By #StephenSpender
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.
By #StephenSpender
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.
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✒ #StephenSpender, English author and poet, #DOTD 16 July 1995. #Poetry #Literature
✒ #StephenSpender, English author and poet, #DOTD 16 July 1995. #Poetry #Literature
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/stephe...
✒ #StephenSpender, English poet and critic, was #BOTD 28 February 1909. #Literature
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/stephe...
✒ #StephenSpender, English poet and critic, was #BOTD 28 February 1909. #Literature
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Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
- #StephenSpender, 'The Truly Great'
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
- #StephenSpender, 'The Truly Great'
by #StephenSpender
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,
by #StephenSpender
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,