Poems of Today - Poems of Today (1951, Fourth Series)

Poems of Today (1951, Fourth Series)

C. Colleer Abbott - John Arlott - W. H. Auden - George Barker - John Bayliss - Frances Bellerby - John Betjeman - Laurence Binyon - Edmund Blunden - Ronald Bottrall - Lilian Bowes Lyon - C. W. Brodribb - Gerald Bullett - Guy Butler - John Buxton - Roy Campbell - Demetrios Capetanakis - Joyce Cary - Richard Church - Alex Comfort - R. N. Currey - W. H. Davies - Walter De La Mare - Patric Dickinson - Keith Douglas - Adam Drinan - Clifford Dyment - T. S. Eliot - Arundell Esdaile - G. S. Fraser - Roy Fuller - Jill Furse - H. W. Garrod - Viola Garvin - David Gascoyne - Wilfrid Gibson - O. St. J. Gogarty - Helen Granville-Barker - Robert Graves - Geoffrey Grigson - Stephen Haggard - J. C. Hall - G. Rostrevor Hamilton - Christopher Hassall - John Heath-Stubbs - J. F. Hendry - Charles Hepburn - F. R. Higgins - Ralph Hodgson - Seán Jennett - Frank Kendon - Sidney Keyes - James Kirkup - Laurie Lee - John Lehmann - Alun Lewis - C. Day-Lewis - C. S. Lewis - Emanuel Litvinoff - Sylvia Lynd - Donagh MacDonagh - Louis MacNeice - John Masefield - E. H. W. Meyerstein - Francis Meynell - Edwin Muir - Norman Nicholson - Herbert Palmer - V. de Sola Pinto - Ruth Pitter - William Plomer - F. T. Prince - John Pudney - Kathleen Raine - Herbert Read - Henry Reed - Alexander Reid - Anne Ridler - W. R. Rodgers - Alan Rook - A. L. Rowse - V. Sackville-West - Siegfried Sassoon - E. J. Scovell - Ian Serraillier - John Short - Edith Sitwell - Osbert Sitwell - Martyn Skinner - Stevie Smith - Stanley Snaith - Helen Spalding - Stephen Spender - James Stephens - L. A. G. Strong - Hal Summers - A. S. J. Tessimond - Dylan Thomas - Terence Tiller - Henry Treece - R. C. Trevelyan - W. J. Turner - John Waller - Rex Warner - Vernon Watkins - Dorothy Wellesley - Laurence Whistler - W. B. Yeats - Andrew Young

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