Stephen Spender: Quotes about the sun

Stephen Spender was English poet and man of letters. Explore interesting quotes on sun.
Stephen Spender: 152 quotes1 like

“The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.”

Stephen Spender

"I Think of Those Who Were Truly Great"
Poems (1933)
Context: Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields,
See how these names are fêted in the waving grass
And by the streamers of the white cloud
And whispers of the wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.

“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.”

Stephen Spender

&quot;I Think of Those Who Were Truly Great&quot;; also in Collected Poems 1928-1953 (1955)· Full text online and audio file of recitation by Spender, at the Poetry Archive http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=7523 <br class="br">Poems (1933) <br class="br">Context: I think continually of those who were truly great.<br>Who, from the womb, remembered the soul&#x27;s history<br>Through corridors of light where the hours are suns,<br>Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition<br>Was that their lips, still touched with fire,<br>Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.

“History is theirs whose language is the sun.”

Stephen Spender

"An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum"
Ruins and Visions (1942)
Context: Unless, governor, teacher, inspector, visitor,
This map becomes their window and these windows
That shut upon their lives like catacombs,
Break O break open 'till they break the town
And show the children green fields and make their world
Run azure on gold sands and let their tongues
Run naked into books, the white and green leaves open
History is theirs whose language is the sun.