October 1, 1957
The Soldier
Saturday afternoon. The barracks almost empty. The soldiers are almost all on overnight pass. There is only me, writing this letter to you, And one other soldier, down at the […]
October 1, 1957
The Milkmaid
A practised gesture of her practised hand, So ivory, and so bejewelled with finger-tip, Made all our party put on her livery, Seeking to pay her lip service, singing her […]
October 1, 1957
The Bird
Carefully, and as if fearfully, and minding Of itself in its own fine feather, Though modestly, and mildly in its finding, This bird submissive to the weather, Storm, wind, the […]