22 OCTOBER 1954, Page 21

The Pool

A boy gazing in a pool Is all profound; his eyes are cool And he's as though unborn, he's gone; He's the abyss he gazes on.

A man searches the pool in vain For his profundity again; He finds it neither there nor here And all between is pride and fear.

His eyes are warm with love and death, Time makes a measure of his breath; The World is now profound and he Fearful, on its periphery.

GEORGE PIONS-ION