28/2/1959 Cyril writes two poems in one day

There are two poems in the collection dated 28 February 1959. The first describes Cyril's observations of Marianne looking at books in his shop.

Beauty

Her lovely hands have turned the page
And those bright searching eyes
Have gathered in the words now newly shewn
(Those words, hewn from primeval rock
Refined in the mind, born into blind
Existence...from who knows where?
And with quick recognition
As understanding grows, her eyes
Do shine, and beauty reigns in ecstasy.

Yet soon those hands, those eyes,
Those lips, and quick enquiring mind
Will pass, together with these words
And all forgotten lie, as I who burn
This taper at her shrine, until we find
That common source from whence
All beauty springs; and other hands
And lips shall echo all these things
And still the pages turn.

28/2/1959

There is a pencilled note in the bottom left hand corner which says 'Revised', and a paper slip with a typed note reading:

'I have revised the 'lovely hands' thing and hope you approve. Are you not tired of my self-revelations'? 

Was he asking Marianne for acknowledgement, a critique, or perhaps more, of his poetic efforts?

The second poem on this date was a darker verse, about death - in this instance, the death of love.

Requiem

There is another death
More desolate than the death
Of the body.
It is the death of love.
Deliberately destroyed.
Pray for the love
Which now upon this altar lies
A victim of life's incongruities.

28/2/1959

Can I just say... never work with children or animals. Sit still, Twinkle!