30 APRIL 1954, page 11

No Comparison

There can be no comparison Between your warmly breathing flesh And this blue granite stone Salty from the Channel tides. Flesh and stone are disparate Though shaped by elements......

Who Is The Fairest Of Them All ?

I am the stranger in your home, stranger than any stranger in the street, I am the hated whom you love, Your desolate hater. Mine is the mask in the glass on the wall, the idiot......

Me Majesty O'keefe. (warner.) For-

Th e is it, I wonder, that films about the '" ) uuth Sea islands are nearly always bad? 1 1:he settings are perfect, the natives aurae- 1 ..ive, and one can only suppose that......

Quartet

Triple Time And on another day will be the past, A valley cropped by fat neglected chances That we insensately forbore to fleece. On this we blame our last Threadbare......

Theatre

The Teahouse of the August Moon. By Jena Patrick. (Her Majesty's.)—Waiting for Gillian. By Ronald Millar. (St. James's.) ?Morist, he is naturally faced with a prob- „leM. Should......

Leavetaking

We made no promises; and so have none to break; We heard the whispering of the tide, yet feared to speak Lest words, like common streetlamps, should reveal too late A gutter,......