11 MARCH 1922, Page 14

POETRY.

A FAREWELL TO UNPROFITABLE THOUGHT.

Rubbish—most beautifully shadowy rubbish, That I have carried through the hollows of the winter, To-day I leave you You have followed me and hung about my hands, Cloaked in my thoughts and cumbering me- To-day I leave you.

Slip back into the twilight whence you came, Less than the shape of a cloud to a dull man, Dust-scented lumber, flitting helplessly Before the divine emptiness of a keen spring sky.

PETER QUENNELL.