Posted by: Philip Carr-Gomm | October 13, 2010

What is precious

What is precious is never to forget

The delight of the blood drawn from ancient springs

Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth;

Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning 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.

An excerpt from Stephen Spender, ‘I Think of Those Who Were Truly Great’


  1. Beautiful! One of my favourite Spender poems is the one about his daughter:

    ‘Bright clasp of her whole hand around my finger,
    My daughter, as we walk together now.
    All my life I’ll feel a ring invisibly circle this bone
    With shining,
    When she is grown far from today
    As her eyes are far already.’

    • Maria, Oh yes, my daughters and now my grandaughter, so true. Its their world, their future, just be there for them.

  2. Woah, that’s beautiful Maria.

  3. Both beautiful!
    I too love the work of Stephen Spender.
    Thank you for posting these Philip and Maria.

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