Author Sir Herbert Read I have assumed a conscious sociability, pressed unresponding hands, sipped tea, and chattered aimlessly all afternoon, Achieving spontaneity only when my eyes lit at the sight of a scarlet spider running over the bright green mould of an apple-tree. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments