10 SEPTEMBER 1954, Page 10

Sparrow on the Live Rail

And hoping to stifle its thick pulsing drum, Wrap in complexities of consciousness That mortal homing movement of their flesh.

But you, warmed to a mindless unconcern, In a vivid action ripple swift and free, With wings like leaves, to the green flickering tree; While our earthed minds strain after you to learn How to unstcel our bodies for the shock, And touch like you softly the naked quick.

RICHARD DRAIN