5 JULY 1935, Page 23

The Dolls

I FOUND them lying on the shore,

Sweet shapes, pearl-lipped and crescent-eyed, Night after night their hands implore Pathetic mercies at my side : They offer in a dark delight Their gentle suicidal charms And reach into my secret night With pale and terrifying arms ;

They sigh into my secret mind Wild words half uttered, half unsaid, And when I dream of death I find Small tears of glass upon my bed.

They are the children of desire. They live on fear. They are My deep And buried thoughts with eyes of fire. They are the furies of my sleep.

FREDERIC PROKOSCTI.