What was the rock my gliding childhood struck, / And what bright unreal path has led me here?'


Lines from an early poem, letter to J.B. Sutton, 16 April 1941


What was the rock my gliding childhood struck, / And what bright unreal path has led me here?'

What was the rock my gliding childhood struck, / And what bright unreal path has led me here?'

What was the rock my gliding childhood struck, / And what bright unreal path has led me here?'

What was the rock my gliding childhood struck, / And what bright unreal path has led me here?'