Thomas Blackburn
An Invitation
Holding with shaking hands a letter from some Official – high up he says in the Ministry, I note that I am invited to Birmingham, There pedagogues to address for a decent fee. ‘We
Café Talk
‘Of course,’ I said, ‘we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but are not the sun, This pebble here, that bit of apple rind. Still, it’s
Hospital For Defectives
By your unnumbered charities A miracle disclose, Lord of the Images, whose love The eyelids and the rose Takes for a language, and today Tell to me what is said By these men in