1 FEBRUARY 1963, Page 23

Lesson

He cursed a silly stone And found, his cursing over, A whole landscape had gone.

He pulled a flower and found, Flying in space around him, His only standing ground.

He's had enough. He sinks Deep in himself and will not Think what he thinks he thinks : In case, were he to say Fold back the stone and glimmer, The dead were to obey.

NORMAN MacCAIO