I think continually of those who were truly great


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,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple 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.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s center.
Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.

Stephen Spender

Photos 1996, my personal archives

One thought on “I think continually of those who were truly great”

  1. JFK’s grave must be something to see in person. The other day they had a documentary about the twenty four hours after the assassination. One rather poignant moment that I had never heard about until now concerned the honor guard around his casket in the White House. Poor Jackie saw how the guard were all facing outward from the casket. She felt he seemed so alone with nobody looking at him, so she asked to have them face the casket. Apparently this had never been done until then.

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