21 FEBRUARY 1987, page 34

While The Sun Shines

Your tulips and your tulip tree I see blooming, just for me. Your peaches flower and fruit and rot; I suck their scent and you do not. Windfall secrets finger my face, Breathed......

Woman Seated On A Bench . . . Tate Gallery

— 4184 Startled, her eyebrows raised, she stares at me, Surprised, it seems, to see me standing there, Random, dark shadow from a future she Cannot conceive behind that haughty......

Death In Instalments

Anita Brookner BAROQUE 'N' ROLL by Brigid Brophy Hamish Hamilton, £10.95 I llness is a different country, from which the traveller reports with difficulty. While the approaches......