A small volume of forty of the most recent poems, written between 1943 and 1947, by the author of Magnetic Mountain, Time for Dance, etc. C. Day Lewis takes his place among a handful of England's best poets, ranking somewhere close to MacNeice and Dylan Thomas. Not that his poetry is like either of these, except in his maturity of thought and his grasp of the poetic use of English. He has none of the mystique of Thomas and is neither as satirical nor as lively and original as MacNeice. But he has the mastery of expression of thoughts and feelings; what he feels and thinks seems to be the universal problem of the post war poet,- the great gap caused by the war between his present self and his past. Less intensely he seems to be grappling with the same problem that Rilke suffered from after the last war -- the necessity to heal his present on to his bleeding ruptured past. In the poems that express this idea, in some charming if slight love poems, and in his poems to Hardy, Valery and a few other great poets, Lewis puts one in touch with his spiritual state of mind today. Interesting, sincere and capable poetry, at times faintly incandescent and moving, this will be received with interest by all who follow modern poetical output.