16 NOVEMBER 1962, Page 25

Assessment

The income tax is coming in: Polite close-shaved inspectors Assess internal revenues All up and down the avenues.

Having no income to declare But reading, travtl, faces, I add my knowledge to my sense To estimate experience.

This time last year in Mexico I stretched my heart like canvas. A life-size portrait then it bore Which had been miniature before Last summer in Los Angeles I studied the new learning. My heart grew liquid in her bed But shrivelled up without my head.

bounced upon too many springs With nameless lusting bodies. In stifling rooms the strangers' hands Poked me like fruit on roadside stands.

Experience, experience, The old demand we gain it. I take the acid on my tongue And let it burn to prove me young.

JULIAN MITCHELL