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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. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
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"I Think of Those Who Were Truly Great"; also in Collected Poems 1928-1953 (1955)

 

Stephen Spender

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“Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.” Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”

 

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I should be glad of loneliness
      And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
      And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
      As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
      On a winter night.

 

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