For Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the road that began at age twenty led inexorably to the consolations of wombats, whiskey, chloral, and the culmination of the grave. From our vantage point, this poem falls ...

1 Autumn days when the grass is jewelled And the silk inside a chestnut shell, Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled All these things I love so well. So I mustn't forget, No, I mustn't forget, ...