“I am just finishing my Faun's Holiday. I wish you were here to feed him with cherries.”
About Robert Nichols
6 September 1893–17 December 1944
In the pantheon of early twentieth-century British poetry, certain voices echo through the decades with enduring resonance, while others fade into the margins of literary history despite their once-prominent positions. Robert Malise Bowyer Nichols belongs to this latter category—a poet whose name once commanded…