Stephen Spender

Religion stands, the Church blocking the sun.

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.

When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.

In microbiology the roles of mutation and selection in evolution are coming to be better understood through the use of bacterial cultures of mutant strains.

The thing about great poetry is we have no defenses against it.

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.