I think I promised you a poem a day and then forgot to put one up yesterday. Anyway here's another one. I don't think Spark is as good a poet as she is a novelist, but the poems are well worth reading and perhaps might give some insight into the novels? I expect someone has done a PhD on this but right now I don't feel qualified to comment. However I rather liked this one:
'Anger in the Works'
Anger filled her body and mind, it
permeated her insides, her throat
and heart throbbed with anger. ('Beware
the ire of the calm.') There was
anger in her teeth, nails, and hair.
It drummed in her ears.
'How lovely to see you,' she said,
'Do sit down'.
