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"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."
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Stephen Spender"Our single purpose was to walk through snow With faces swung to their prodigious North Like compass iron."
Sir Stephen Harold Spender was an English poet, novelist and essayist whose work concentrated on themes of social injustice and the class struggle. He was appointed U.S. Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1965.
"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."
"What I had not foreseen Was the gradual day Weakening the will Leaking the brightness away"
"Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds Where the soul rests, proclaims eternity. But let the wrong cry out as raw as wounds This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends."
"No one Shall hunger: Man shall spend equally. Our goal which we compel: Man shall be man."
"For I had expected always Some brightness to hold in trust, Some final innocence To save from dust"
"Whatever happens, I shall never be alone, I shall always have a fare, an affair, or a revolution."