Richard Aldington

At the British Museum – Richard Aldington

At the British Museum – Richard Aldington

I turn the page and read: “I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar.” The heavy musty air, the black desks, The bent heads and the rustling noises In the great dome Vanish … And The sun hangs in the cobalt-blue sky, The boat drifts over the lake shallows,... »