(1) Sea Level
If you are looking for an intense, life and death poetry trek, "The Guitarist Tunes Up" probably won't do the trick. This poem is more along the lines of strolling barefoot through a meadow. Go ahead, wiggle those toes in the soft green grass. But don't doze off. If you stay alert you'll be able to catch Cornford's crafty use of figurative language, which makes the poem all the more rewarding.