الفتى والفتاة اللذان يتبادلان الغرام على مقعد في حديقة عامة أو في إحدى أزقة الريف لا يعلمان أن هناك برقية تشن طريقها من لندن هذه اللحظة (وتمرُّ خلال جس… - Stephen Spender

Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother / With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

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.

Through man’s love and woman’s love
Moons and tides move
Which fuse those islands, lying face to face.
Mixing in naked passion,
Those who naked new life fashion
Are themselves reborn in naked grace.