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I Think Continually

I think continually of those who were truly great.

Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's

Through corridors of light where the hours are

Endless and singing.

Whose lovely

Was that their lips, still touched with fire,

Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.

And who hoarded from the Spring

The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious is never to

The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless

Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.

Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple

Nor its grave evening demand for love.

Never to allow gradually the traffic to

With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest

See how these names are feted by the waving

And by the streamers of white

And whispers of wind in the listening sky.

The names of those who in their lives fought for

Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.

Born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun,

And left the vivid air signed with their honour.

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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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