The Bloomsbury of the title refers to the place, not the group. The group didn’t have a poet. ‘I would rather be a child and walk in a crocodile down a suburban path than write poetry, I have heard prose writers say,’ wrote Virginia Woolf, albeit tongue-in-cheek (maybe).
Nonetheless, unsurprisingly, these non-poets steal the first chapter of this amuse-bouche of a publication.
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