18 FEBRUARY 1928, page 14

Poetry

The Awakening Do you like daisies and lambs with long tails ? Meadows and April and gold buttercup ? Send for the South Wind—his knock never fails— Tell him to waken Persephone......

The Singer

Now, I may be right And I'd advance The sweetest song In a lashing line Be all along To taste the wine A blackbird shout Is all along Or I may be wrong, That it's fine, fine,......

A Literary Letter From Paris.

[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR, —There is a certain current of French literature the strength of which is perhaps insufficiently appreciated by the casual reader of......