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.

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

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Religion stands, the Church blocking the sun.

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Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.

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There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife - a tyrannical midwife.

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