'There are only trees on this winter scene Their upward pointing leafless twigs are Shrill with the calm of loveliness, And the Sun laughs down, baleful, with a bleary smile.' A book of poetry with imagery and concepts polished over a lifetime of intellectual inquiry. At 58 years old, it is Cavendish's first collection of poetry and represents the start of his career rather than the end.
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