Stephen Spender Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• In railway halls, on pavements near the traffic, They beg, their eyes made big by empty staring And only measuring Time , like the blank clock. No, I shall weave no tracery of pen-ornament To make them birds upon my singing tree: Time merely drives these lives which do not live As tides push rotten stuff along the shore.

  Stephen Spender

  Eye, Bird, Tree

  Stephen Spender (2015). “New Collected Poems of Stephen Spender”, p.50, Faber & Faber

• What the eye delights in, no longer dictates My greed to enjoy: boys, grass, the fenced-off deer. It leaves those figures that distantly play On the horizon's rim: they sign their peace, in games.

  Stephen Spender

  Eye, Boys, Games

  Stephen Spender (2015). “New Collected Poems of Stephen Spender”, p.135, Faber & Faber

• To break out of the chaos of my darkness Into a lucid day is all my will. 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

  Eye, Night, Light

  Stephen Spender (1966). “World Within World: The Autobiography of Stephen Spender”, p.5, Univ of California Press

• My words like eyes that flinch from light, refuse And shut upon obscurity; my acts Cast to their opposites by impatient violence Break up the sequent path; they fly On a circumference to avoid the centre.

  Stephen Spender

  Eye, Light, Opposites

  Stephen Spender (1966). “World Within World: The Autobiography of Stephen Spender”, p.5, Univ of California Press

• You drive the landscape like a herd of clouds Moving against your horizontal tower Of steadfast speed. All England lies beneath you like a woman With limbs ravished By one glance carrying all these eyes.

  Stephen Spender

  Lying, Moving, Eye

  Stephen Spender (2015). “New Collected Poems of Stephen Spender”, p.153, Faber & Faber

• My single pair of eyes Contain the universe they see; Their mirrored multiplicity Is packed into a hollow body Where I reflect the many, in my one.

  Stephen Spender

  Eye, Body, Pairs

  Stephen Spender (2015). “New Collected Poems of Stephen Spender”, p.173, Faber & Faber

• All the lessons learned, unlearned; The young, who learned to read, now blind, Their eyes with an archaic film; The peasant relapses to a stumbling tune, Following the donkey's bray; These only remember to forget. But somewhere some word presses, On the high door of a skull and in some corner, Of an irrefrangible eye, Some old man memory jumps to a child - Spark from the days of energy. And the child hoards it like a bitter toy.

  Stephen Spender

  Children, Memories, Eye

  "Selected Poems (Fall of a City)". Book by Stephen Spender, 1941.

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