Ah, Christ, I love you rings to the wild sky
And I must think a little of the past:
When I was ten I told a stinking lie
That got a black boy whipped....
Poems, 1920-1945: A Selection (ed. 1947)
Ah, Christ, I love you rings to the wild sky
And I must think a little of the past:
When I was ten I told a stinking lie
That got a black boy whipped....
Poems, 1920-1945: A Selection (ed. 1947)