3 JUNE 1943, Page 9

POET TO PUBLIC

CAGED in my flesh, like a wild beast,

Can you not perceive Paradise within my breast Adam, Tree, and Eve?

Beyond the bars you leer and prod, Sketch, note and satisfy ..Yourselves you are wise, because you could Stare down a beast's wild eye.

The gates are shut. You do not hear Beasts in the Garden call, As on that fabulous night before Man's everlasting fall. PATRIC DICKINSON.