A Sleep of Prisoners, A Play - with - The Dark Is Light Enough -
Christopher Fry, Ronald Searle (illustrator)
1951 - Geoffrey Cumberlege, London New York Toronto - First Editions
Dark and cold we may be, but this
Is no winter now. The frozen misery
Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move;
The thunder is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart Spring.
Thank God our time is now when wrong
Comes up to face us everywhere,
Never to leave us till we take
The longest stride of soul we ever took.
Affairs are now soul size.
Is exploration into God.
Where are you making for? It takes
So many thousand years to wake,
But will you wake for pity's sake!
A highly imaginative, poignant drama about four prisoners of war locked up in a church in enemy territory, together with Fry’s 1954 play The Dark is Light Enough, his ‘winter comedy’ set during the nineteenth century Hungarian Revolution, and companion play to his earlier works The Lady’s Not for Burning, and Venus Observed. Two volumes in dust jackets illustrated by Ronald Searle.