Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " comes glistening rain which is short-lived. Wind sogging the rain-glistened leaves.; What is going on outdoors? A soft damp breeze trickles thru (sic) the screen bringing now the vagrant pulsing of crickets – their swing is gone - and now the delicate clatter of rain on the blottery earth. / Dandelions are rife. They seem more slenderly put together than in the spring. Their yellow seems colder. / “Drink deep” says Omar. I am only sipping timidly. / Is the poetry I boast of "