WHAT I EXPECTED
by Stephen Spender
What I expected, was
Thunder, fighting,
Lost struggles with men
And climbing.
After continual straining
I should grow strong;
Then the rocks would shake.
And I rest long.
What I had not foreseen
Was the gradual day
Weakening the will
Leaking the brightness away,
The lack of good to touch
The fading of body and soul
- Smoke before wind,
Corrupt, unsubstantial
The wearing of Time
And watching of cripples pass
With limbs shaped like questions
In their odd twist,
The pulverous grief
Melting the bones with pity,
The sick falling from earth -
These, I could not foresee.
Expecting always
Some brightness to hold in trust,
Some final innocence
Exempt from dust,
That, hanging solid,
Would dangle through all,
Like the created poem,
Or faceted crystal.
by Stephen Spender
What I expected, was
Thunder, fighting,
Lost struggles with men
And climbing.
After continual straining
I should grow strong;
Then the rocks would shake.
And I rest long.
What I had not foreseen
Was the gradual day
Weakening the will
Leaking the brightness away,
The lack of good to touch
The fading of body and soul
- Smoke before wind,
Corrupt, unsubstantial
The wearing of Time
And watching of cripples pass
With limbs shaped like questions
In their odd twist,
The pulverous grief
Melting the bones with pity,
The sick falling from earth -
These, I could not foresee.
Expecting always
Some brightness to hold in trust,
Some final innocence
Exempt from dust,
That, hanging solid,
Would dangle through all,
Like the created poem,
Or faceted crystal.
