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The Shapes of Death

Shapes of death haunt life,

Neurosis eclipsing each in special shadow:

Unrequited love not

One’s need to become another’s

Wears black invisibility:

The greed for

Heaps a skyscraper over the breathing ribs:

The speedlines of

Cut their own stalks:

From afar, we watch the best of us –Whose adored desire was to die for the world.

Ambition is my death.

That flat thin flameI feed, that plants my shadow.

This prevents

And offers love of being loved or loving.

The humorous self-forgetful

It hates, demands the slavish

Be built.

Who can

His death’s industry, which when he

Throws up its towers?

And conceals in

The dreams of revolution, the birth of death?

Also the swallows by autumnal

Comfort us with their effortless

In great unguided flight to their complete South.

There on my fancied pyramids they

But for delight, their whole compulsion.

Not teaching me to love, but soothing my eyes;

Not saving me from death, but saving me for speech.

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Stephen Spender

Sir Stephen Harold Spender CBE (28 February 1909 – 16 July 1995) was an English poet, novelist and essayist whose work concentrated on themes of…
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