Christopher Fry
Christopher Fry
Christopher Frywas an English poet and playwright. He is best known for his verse dramas, notably The Lady's Not for Burning, which made him a major force in theatre in the 1940s and 1950s...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth18 December 1907
men years soul
Thank God our time is now when wrong comes up to meet us everywhere never to leave us till we take, the greatest stride of the soul man ever took. affairs are now soul size the enterprise is exploration unto God. Where are you making for? It takes so many thousand years to wake. But will you wake for pity's sake?
admire critical except judgement leaves
I sometimes think/ His critical judgement is so exquisite/ It leaves us nothing to admire except his opinion.
bursts cross double head open run
Run on, keep your head down, cross at the double / The bursts of open day between the nights.
earth full half heaven himself language man poet poetry prose says speaks though twice virtue
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time. It has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.
earth half heaven himself language man poetry prose says speaks though twice virtue
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. . . says heaven and earth in one word. . . speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time. It has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time.
body carry man travel
I travel light; as light, / That is, as a man can travel who will / Still carry his body around because / Of its sentimental value.
Has made an honest woman of the supernatural.
corner existence life run time turned
I want to look at life - at the commonplaces of existence - as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time
corner life plays run turned
In my plays I want to look at life - at the commonplace of existence-as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time.
clean
What after all Is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean
clean sheets spit
Always fornicate / Between clean sheets and spit on a well-scrubbed floor.
men heaven poetry
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement . . . says heaven and earth in one word . . . speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.
men insecurity navigation
How can a man learn navigation Where there's no rudder?
god kissing mud
The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.