19 NOVEMBER 1954, Page 28

Fragment of a Cylix

The sulking head of Xanthus, a chipped hoof, Two pools of fire the deathless horse's breath, And in the distance Trojans on the roof Of a Fury-bound house, rejoicing at the death Of Patroclus—the fragment of a cup, Once pressed by happy mouths, then thrown away, A fragment of my life the spade dug up, Fury-bound joy and death, stamped on a lip of cliy.