“ 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. Stephen Spender
“ Born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour. Stephen Spender
“ Although Poets are vain and ambitious, their vanity and ambition are of the purest kind attainable in this world. They are ambitious to be accepted for what they altimately are as revealed in their po… Stephen Spender
“ When you read and understand a poem comprehending its rich and formal meanings then you master chaos a little. Stephen Spender
“ The greatest of all human delusions is that there is a tangible goal, and not just direction towards an ideal aim. The idea that a goal can be attained perpetually frustrates human beings, who are dis… Stephen Spender
