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