20 AUGUST 1943, page 9

Holiday Birds

By JULIAN HUXLEY W ALKING on Hampstead Heath, freshly back from a holiday, I was greeted with the songs of willow-warbler and tree-creeper, the incisive notes of the spotted......

Bombers Going Out This Evening Is So Still The After-sunset

glow Is almost tangible Like a fifth element ; The valky seems to fill With visible air ; I stand On the floor of a clear pool. Black and malevolent. I watch the bombers climb......

Parade

EVEN in exile there are living moments. Robinson Crusoe looked from his stockade Past all the poor things that he had made (His sure prosaic pride) in sudden boredom With......