Frases de Stephen Spender
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Sir Stephen Harold Spender, CBE , fue un poeta británico.

Hijo del escritor y periodista liberal Harold Spender, tuvo tres hermanos: el científico y explorador Michael, el fotógrafo Humphrey y Christine.

Estudió en la Escuela Gresham y más tarde en la Universidad de Oxford.

En 1930 marchó a Alemania, donde inició sus trabajos poéticos. Conoció de cerca la Alemania nazi y se manifestó como socialista. En 1937 se alistó en el Batallón Británico que conformó las Brigadas Internacionales que combatieron en defensa de la Segunda República Española durante la guerra civil de 1936 a 1938. Acudió a España en compañía del futuro escritor T.C. Worsley.

Al regreso a su país se alistó para el servicio de bomberos de Londres, donde tuvo parte activa durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial. Mantuvo sus convicciones socialistas pero fue muy crítico con el comunismo tras la firma del Pacto Ribbentrop-Mólotov.

Junto con Cyril Connolly y Peter Watson, fundó la revista Horizon y más tarde Encounter. Enseñó en diversas instituciones estadounidenses y ocupó la cátedra Elliston Chair de la Universidad de Cincinnati en 1953. En 1970 fue nombrado profesor de inglés del University College de Londres. Wikipedia  

✵ 28. febrero 1909 – 16. julio 1995
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Stephen Spender: Frases en inglés

“History has tongues
Has angels has guns — has saved has praised —
Today proclaims
Achievements of her exiles long returned”

"Exiles From Their Land, History Their Domicile"
The Still Centre (1939)
Contexto: History has tongues
Has angels has guns — has saved has praised —
Today proclaims
Achievements of her exiles long returned
Now no more rootless, for whom her printed page
Glazes their bruised waste years in one
Balancing present sky.

“Consider. One bullet in ten thousand kills a man.
Ask. Was so much expenditure justified
On the death of one so young and so silly
Lying under the olive tree, O world, O death?”

"Ultima Ratio Regum"
The Still Centre (1939)
Contexto: Consider his life which was valueless
In terms of employment, hotel ledgers, news files.
Consider. One bullet in ten thousand kills a man.
Ask. Was so much expenditure justified
On the death of one so young and so silly
Lying under the olive tree, O world, O death?

“I regard my life as rather a failure in the only thing in which I wanted it to succeed. I have not written the books I ought to have written and I have written a lot of books I should not have written.”

Response to a would be biographer in 1980, as quoted in "When Stephen met Sylvia" in The Guardian (24 April 2004) http://books.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,12084,1201328,00.html
Contexto: I am very honoured by your wanting to write a life of me. But the fact is I regard my life as rather a failure in the only thing in which I wanted it to succeed. I have not written the books I ought to have written and I have written a lot of books I should not have written. My life as lived by me has been interesting to me but to write truthfully about it would probably cause much pain to people close to me — and I always feel that the feelings of the living are more important than the monuments of the dead.

“Far far from gusty waves these children's faces.
Like rootless weeds the torn hair round their paleness.”

"An Elementary School Classroom In A Slum" in Modern British Poetry (1962) edited by Louis Untermeyer (1962) variant : Like rootless weeds, the hair torn around their pallor.
Ruins and Visions (1942)

“There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife — a tyrannical midwife.”

Lecture at Brooklyn College, as quoted in The New York Times (20 November 1984)

“History is the ship carrying living memories to the future.”

As quoted in Peter's Quotations : Ideas for Our Times (1993) by Laurence J. Peter, p. 247

“I simply had to get there.”

Remark in 1980, after riding in a taxi for 287 miles, after his plane was grounded because of bad weather, to attend a dinner date with Jacqueline Onassis; as quoted in "Stephen Spender, Toady: Was there any substance to his politics and art?" by Stephen Metcalf at Slate.com (7 February 2005) http://www.slate.com/id/2113164/

“After the first powerful plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.”

"The Express" (l. 1–3) in Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry (1988) edited by Richard Ellmann and Robert O’Clair