The Depth: Seventh Wake

Posted by ractrose on 19 Dec 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake     The Depth   It was Farringate, the city magistrate, who had thought of his old colleague, Mr. Moss. Wake had come along (by private car) docilely enough. We shut hm in a room, there, at Abbothurst Farm. I think it is nothing—that is, I do not find it […]