By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept - Smart, Elizabeth

Clean, tight, unmarked; absolute minimal wear; appears unread; "Perhaps I am his hope. But then she is his present. And if she is his present, I am not his present. Therefore, I am not, and I wonder why no-one has noticed I am dead and taken the trouble to bury me. For I am utterly collapsed. I lounge with glazed eyes, or weep tears of sheer weakness." - from the book Originally published in 1945, and now reissued on its 70th anniversary, this remarkable book is widely identified as a classic work of poetic prose that, decades later, has retained all of its searing poignancy, beauty and impact.
Near Fine
Soft cover
Fourth Estate
1992
London, UK