“I’m sorry I done it, Major.” We bandaged the livid face; And led him out, ere the wan sun rose, To die…

Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men with number-plates…

Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I Among…

It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping Scrim after…

Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now — The one who never looks up, whose eyes are lidded…

‘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…

After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions was it He,…

(d. January 1939) I He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured…