Short lyrics from Lawrence’s years in and around London: the great city roaring like a wounded beast, flat suburbs south-west of the river, a flapper, Birdcage Walk, a letter from town and factories on the Surrey side laid black against a gold-grey sky. Other poems wake to lake-lights quivering on a wall or a bee over the primulas.
A slim collection that shows Lawrence moving toward free verse, for readers of Look! We Have Come Through!. Download the free EPUB.