6 AUGUST 1932, Page 11

Poetry

Sun we b 44 Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair."—T. S. ELIOT.

SUNLIGIIT weaves in the corn,

honeylight meshes the honeystalks, lacing the stems with light till the net is tight and swings in the golden wind.

Sunlight weaves in your hair, sheaving its fiery petals into your cooler showers, its hot-gold in their cold-gold, its hot flowers in their shade.

Sunlight weaves in your eyes, loosening its leaves and shaking them, allowing its spears to be broken by a hundred mirrors and errors ; threshing their pools to ripples ; drowned and found and drowned.

A. S. J. TESSIMOND.