Stephen Spender — English Poet born on September 28, 1909, died on July 16, 1995

Sir Stephen Harold Spender CBE was an English poet, novelist and essayist who concentrated on themes of social injustice and the class struggle in his work. He was appointed the seventeenth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the United States Library of Congress in 1965... (wikipedia)

Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.
When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.
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.
Religion stands, the Church blocking the sun.
There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife - a tyrannical midwife.