A Mother To Her Waking Infant, by Joanna Baillie (1762-1851) Now in thy dazzling half-oped eye, Thy curled nose and lip awry, Uphoisted arms and noddling head, And little chin with crystal spread, Poor helpless thing! what do I see, That I should sing of thee?   From thy poor tongue no accents come, Which […]

Museum of the Unmoving Image, by Clive James (1939-) The objects on display might seem to lack Significance, unless you know the words. The final straw that broke the camel’s back, The solitary stone that killed two birds. Does this stuff really merit a glass case? A tatty mattress and a shrivelled pea, A shadow […]