14 OCTOBER 1966, Page 25
The Runaway
A wild horse, without A bridle. I must Fall, I know, and soon, And on stones. Falling, I watch the world break In a thousand prisms About me, and yell To the brute: 'Faster!'
EDWARD LUCIE-SMITH
A wild horse, without A bridle. I must Fall, I know, and soon, And on stones. Falling, I watch the world break In a thousand prisms About me, and yell To the brute: 'Faster!'
EDWARD LUCIE-SMITH