SOURCE: “The Poetry of Mr.Gordon Bottomley,” in The Bookman, London, Vol. 68, No. 405, June, 1925, p. 176.

In the following essay, Warren reviews Poems of Thirty Years.

Perhaps one of the best known of Mr. Bottomley's poems is “The End of the World.” In frozen phrases, light as the flakes that drift down from the closing sky, it pictures the desolation of the End. The cow-house where hitherto the snow had always melted “with yellow stains from the beasts' breath inside,” is quite thatched over now; the snow slides from the over-weighted leaves (or is it a dead bird falling?); inside the house the clock has stopped and a butterfly drops from the ceiling's shadow, dead; the rails of a broken bed lie charred in the grate:

And when he touched the bars he thought the sting Came from their heat—he could not feel such cold. She said, “Oh...