In the course of a lecture on "Post-War Poetry," to the members of the Poetry Circle of the Lyceum Club, Mr, S. B. P. Mais said that Miss Iris Tree and Robert Graves were deserving of a moderate degree of praise, although they were not great poets. The only post-war poet who showed perfect poise, combined with simplicity, sensuousness, and passion, was Masefield, Ezra Pound had, if nothing else, freshness Graves came perilously near being a real poet. Huxley had more humour than rhyme, and was amusing when he meant to be shocking. Sitwell was a link between the old war school" and the new. "While the war was on," said Mr, Mais, "there was vitriolic contempt which always spent itself on any people over the age of 21"—a feeling which was reflected in Mr. Sitwell's verse. Miss Tree's volume was "one of the few books which make one thank Heaven for it." There was magic in her verse. ''Mr. Masefield stands alone for the public that likes poetry, and is not influenced by London's hypercritical Press."
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