Not just a treasury but a very precious little treasure too. Published in 1947, the poems may no longer be quite so modern but they are still certainly beautiful. Here is one I particularly liked …. ‘deep is the silence.’
Moonlit Apples
At the top of the house the apples are laid in rows, A mouse in the wainscot scratches, and scratches, and then They are lying in rows there, under the gloomy beams; In the corridors under there is nothing but sleep. |