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. – Stephen Spender
When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little. – Stephen Spender
There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife – a tyrannical midwife. – Stephen Spender
