“Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields, See how these names are fêted in the waving grass And by the streamers of the white cloud And whispers of the wind in the listening sky. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun And left the vivid air signed with their honour.” HeartNamesLeftBornWhiteSunFireAirSkyFieldsWindListeningHighestCloudsSnowGrassHonourCentreVividWhite Clouds Author:Stephen Spender
“Let you hold in mind, girls, that your beauty must pass Like a lovely white clover that rusts with its grass. Keep your bottoms off barstools and marry you young Or be left--an old barrel with many a bung.” MindYoungGirlLeftWhiteBottomLovelyGrassCarpe DiemBarrelsRustCarpeClovers Book:In a Prominent Bar in Secaucus: New and Selected Poems, 1955–2007 Source: In a Prominent Bar in Secaucus: New and Selected Poems, 1955–2007