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What is precious

October 13th, 2010

What is precious is never to forget

The delight of the blood drawn from ancient springs

Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth;

Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning light,

Nor its grave evening demand for love;

Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother

With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

An excerpt from Stephen Spender, ‘I Think of Those Who Were Truly Great’

4 Responses to “What is precious”

  1. Beautiful! One of my favourite Spender poems is the one about his daughter:

    ‘Bright clasp of her whole hand around my finger,
    My daughter, as we walk together now.
    All my life I’ll feel a ring invisibly circle this bone
    With shining,
    When she is grown far from today
    As her eyes are far already.’

    • Maria, Oh yes, my daughters and now my grandaughter, so true. Its their world, their future, just be there for them.

  2. Both beautiful!
    I too love the work of Stephen Spender.
    Thank you for posting these Philip and Maria.

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