THE BLOOMSBURY GROUP

Hidden in academic lairs
Keynes and Strachey
sit in their wicker chairs
with chips on their shoulders
relax in unanimous chatter
over an economy's chart,
with grapes to their lips
covering up the latest gossip
telling us who really matters,

Too taxed today to tell about
their anonymous enemies
from their mind's full well
in a future biography's page,

Joined by Clive Bell
playing his engaged part
as modern art's scalpel
in his significant form,

When the Woolfs' depart
beginning to show their age
their shared words
scatter brilliantly
in the arbitrary weather
for another literary storm
becoming all the rage.