22 SEPTEMBER 1928, page 11
Poetry
The Pessimists SEVEN pigeons sat together Grumbling at the horrid weather On a tall roof's topmost twist, Like a row of poor old men Cradled in an icy mist Hardly moving. Now......
The Birds Of Berlin
F ROM the window of my office in the heart of Berlin I look out upon a garden where an oriole sings throughout the summer. Just beneath my window there is a flat lead roof......
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