‘It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and super-sensible soap bubbles of ours.’ SCHOPENHAUER The hot night makes us keep our bedroom…

Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother’s bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight her gilded bed-posts shine, abandoned, almost Dionysian. At last the…

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth…

Summer is fading: The leaves fall in ones and twos From trees bordering The new recreation ground. In the hollows of afternoons Young mothers assemble At swing and sandpit Setting…

[1914-1918] ‘EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE’ A. ‘I was a “have.”’ B. ‘I was a “have-not.”’ (Together). ‘What hast thou given which I gave not?’ A SERVANT We were together since the…

[1914-18] (‘The Honours of War’ – A Diversity of Creatures) These were our children who died for our lands; they were dear in our sight. We have only the memory…

I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, ‘We serve no red-coats here.’ The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’…

‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?’ said Files-on-Parade. ‘To turn you out, to turn you out,’ the Colour-Sergeant said. ‘What makes you look so white, so white?’ said Files-on-Parade. ‘I’m…

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish…

God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with…

When Earth’s last picture is painted And the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded And the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith,…