By LornaL

Winter scene

Winter scene

Thin drizzle soaks the gardens
Of the fantastically proper villas
Smug, squat and atrocious
Symbolical of the modern mind
They will endure
Ugliness and lack of inspiration

But on a stunted ash a thrush
Starts singing
That it can sing in such surroundings
With the foul rain soaking its feathers
And nothing about it but drabness and misery
Is another manifestation
Of the divinity of a small, happy creatures
That, lacking man’s sense of beauty can rejoice
Even in the midst of his ugliness

Although undated, we believe this poem was written by Lorna in the late 1930s.

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