John Francis Alexander Heath-Stubbs
Comments about John Francis Alexander Heath-Stubbs
The Poet Of Bray
Back in the dear old thirties' days
When politics was passion
A harmless left-wing bard was I
And so I grew in fashion:
Although I never really joined
The Party of the Masses
I was most awfully chummy with
The Proletarian classes.
This is the course I'll always steer
Until the stars grow dim, sir--
That howsoever taste may veer
I'll be in the swim, sir.
But as the tide of war swept on
I turned Apocalyptic:
With symbol, myth and archetype
My verse grew crammed and cryptic:
With New Romantic zeal I swore
That Auden was a fake, sir, ...