C. Day-lewis, Review, 'listener', May 1937
This poem of a hundred and four lines can be called with accuracy and no depreciation an occasional poem. It differs from what we should normally understand by 'occasional verse' in being neither trivial, pompous, sycophantic, nor dull: it relates a present issue with the past -
Yesterday all the past. The language of size Spreading to China along the trade-routes; the diffusion
Of the counting-frame and the cromlech; Yesterday the shadow-reckoning in the sunny climates.