Writing the Night
Hugh Haughton, 25 January 1996
“... early in the Second World War: Morning. Full chorus of the birds. A Sun Of nascent ardour in the sapphire dome. Now Memnon’s massive kings with mouths of stone Chant their aubade. Now down the valleys come Innocent minstrels in whose unstained eyes Vision unfolds vibrating like a flower ... Yggdrasil, Jordan and Orpheus follow Memnon’s massive kings ... ”