Poem: ‘Tallness is all’
Gavin Ewart, 17 October 1985
Pope and Keats were nothings, only two feet high – all the enormous Sitwells were towering to the sky.
Edith once told Bottrall physical size was all – miniature masterpieces weren’t on, by anybody small!
All long, or little, poems by Thwaite or Taner Baybars are bound to be a waste of time and, you might say, lost labours.
No chance for midget madrigals – the Muse...