The mower stalled, twice; kneeling
A hedgehog jammed up against the b
Killed. It had been in the long g
I had seen it before, and even fed
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive

When first we faced, and touching
How well we knew the early moves,
Behind the moonlight and the frost
The excitement and the gratitude,
There stood how much our meeting o

‘This was Mr Bleaney’s room. He
The whole time he was at the Bodi
They moved him.’ Flowered curtain
Fall to within five inches of the
Whose window shows a strip of buil

‘Dockery was junior to you,
Wasn’t he?’ said the Dean. ‘His s
Death-suited, visitant, I nod. ‘A
You keep in touch with—’ Or remem
Black-gowned, unbreakfasted, and s

In frames as large as rooms that f
And block the ends of streets with
Screen graves with custard, cover
Of motor—oil and cuts of salmon, s
Perpetually these sharply—pictured

Suspended lion face
Spilling at the centre
Of an unfurnished sky
How still you stand,
And how unaided

Choice of you shuts up that peacoc
The future was, in which temptingl
All that elaborative nature can.
Matchless potential! but unlimited
Only so long as I elected nothing

Beyond the dark cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on air.
These have no proper names:

Higher than the handsomest hotel
The lucent comb shows up for miles
All round it close—ribbed streets
Like a great sigh out of the last
The porters are scruffy; what keep

Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat
And that faint hint of the absurd—