Back From Australia (John Betjeman Poem)
Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height, The packaged food tastes neutrally of clay, We never seem to catch the ...
Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height, The packaged food tastes neutrally of clay, We never seem to catch the ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom ...
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
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