Clive,
I can't seem to locate it, but my favourite poem by JB is a scathing piece about British wifes praying in a church during some war (WWII I think). His technical virtuosity has been rivalled by few poets this century. And that, alas, is one of the main reasons that he's increasingly regarded as a minor poet; part of the general devaluation of technical skills over the last century, the attitude that technical ability implies a lack of message.
Shekhar
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