to the United States Library of Congress
in 1965.
Spender was born in Kensington
, London, to journalist, Edward Harold Spender and Violet Hilda Schuster, a painter and poet. He went first to Hall School
in Hampstead
and then at thirteen to Gresham's School
, Holt and later Charlecote School in Worthing
, but was unhappy there.
Since we are what we are, what shall we be But what we are? We are, we have Six feet and seventy years, to see The light, and then resign it for the grave.
Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.
There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife — a tyrannical midwife.
I'm struggling at the end to get out of the valley of hectoring youth, journalistic middle age, imposture, moneymaking, public relations, bad writing, mental confusion.
I say, stamping the words with emphasis, Drink from here energy and only energy
Eye, gazelle, delicate wanderer, Drinker of horizon’s fluid line; Ear that suspends on a chord The spirit drinking timelessness; Touch, love, all senses...
No one Shall hunger: Man shall spend equally. Our goal which we compel: Man shall be man.