11 FEBRUARY 1966, page 21

Van Gogh Again

This place is too mild, Nothing dangerous could Happen here, I think, Nothing great, either; If somebody screams or throws A tea-cup through a window, They are removed......

Friends Apart

illustrious Friends. By Sheila Birkenhead. (Hamish Hamilton, 50s.) Garibaldi and His Enemies. By Christopher Hibbert. (Longmans, 45s.) ON February 23, 1821, Keats died in the......

Two Poems

By ELIZABETH JENNINGS Thinking of Love That desire is quite over Or seems so as I lie Using the sky as cover And thinking of deep Dreams unknown to a lover. Being alone is now......