28 FEBRUARY 1987, page 35

Poem

On the mainland in May the ponticum blazed. It seemed overdone after an island time when sea mist held the green blue yellow days, daffodils, grape hyacinths, froze that frame.......

Social Feasting And Tribal Fasting

Anita Brookner SEASONAL TRIBAL FEASTS R eviewing a novel by Stuart Evans is rather like being a nervous guest at a gathering of talking heads. Greatly as I admire his Windmill......

Song

It's time, perhaps, we had you back again, if only as our brightest haul to date: murder's abroad once more (and once more in your name) while many now feel powerless to stem......