7 DECEMBER 1934, page 13
Only The Word
ONLY the word—a cache of coins Dug up from roots and mud, Once minted by the refluent blood That fed the brain and pliant loins. Organs that felt fatigue and thirst And skull......
Communication
A Letter from Oxford [To the Editor of THE SPECTATOR.] Sin,—The present term has so far produced nothing very new or strange. No fresh movements have sprung up and no novel......
The Singing Head And The Lady He Had Famished In
a wilderness, Braved lions for my sake, And all men lie that say that I Bade that swordsman take His head from off his body And set it on a stake. He swore to sing my beauty......
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