"My words like eyes in night, stare to reach
A centre for their light: and my acts thrown
To distant places by impatient violence
Yet lock together to mould a path of stone
Out of my darkness into a lucid day.”
―Stephen Spender
A centre for their light: and my acts thrown
To distant places by impatient violence
Yet lock together to mould a path of stone
Out of my darkness into a lucid day.”
―Stephen Spender
Source/Notes:
Darkness And Light - The Still Centre (1939)
Darkness And Light - The Still Centre (1939)
Since we are what we are, what shall we be
But what we are?
S.S.
When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.
-- Stephen Spender
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