was sitting away from any lamp. "Can you remind me please of the poem's last lines?" he asked me. So I read aloud the half-tragic, half-affirmative answer to the poem's initial question: "For the world is the world/And not the slain/Nor the slayer, forgive,/Nor do wild shores/Of passionate histories/Close on endless love;/Though hidden under seas/Of chafing despair,/Love's need does not cease.""That is rather good, isn't it?" he said, the only time in two decades I ever heard him express anything like satisfaction with what he had written.
from The Independent: Angel of the Left: Paul Binding recalls his friendship with Stephen Spender
~~~~~~~~~~~
No comments :
Post a Comment