William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
Green wooden leaves clap fight away
Severely practical, as they
Shelter the children, candy-pale
The chestnut-candles flicker, fail......
The showman's face is cubed clear as
The shapes reflected in a glass
Of water - (glog, glut, a ghost's speech
Fumbling for space from each to each)
The fusty showman fumbles, must
Fit in a particle of dust
The universe, for fear it gain
Its freedom from my box of brain
Yet dust hears seeds that grow to grace
Behind my crude-striped wooden face
As I, a puppet tinsel-pink
Leap on my springs, learn how to think
Then like the trembling golden stalk
Of some long-petalled star, I walk
Through the dark heavens until dew
Falls on my eyes and sense thrills through
Springing Jack was written by William Walton & Edith Sitwell.