20 AUGUST 1954, page 21

The Separation

Must we for ever eye through space? and make Contact too much for comfort and yet less, Like Peter Quint and that strange governess Divided by a window or a lake? Deprived like......

Charm For A Bad Fright

Who meets with minotaurs holds by a thread ; By slighter threads can fly Small spiders launched out on the gale of the world. Glimpsed in your shield, Medusa's hair is curled In......

The Garden

Through summer's heady afterglow In gardens fifteen years ago We tried to conjure there A person out of air. Memory, mixing near with far, Fiddles connexions where none are:......