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Born in August 28, 1906 / Died in May 19, 1984 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by John Betjeman

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How To Get On In Society

... So do come and take some with meNow here is a fork for your pastries ...

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Diary of a Church Mouse

... All the same, They do not fill my meagre frame ...

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Christmas

... And hideous tie so kindly meant,No love that in a family dwells, ...

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In Westminster Abbey

... Free speech, free passes, class distinction, ...

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Seaside Golf

... How straight it flew, how long it flew, ...

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Myfanwy

... Which were the baths where they taught you to swim ...

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Death In Leamington

... From over Leamington SpaBeside her the lonely crochet ...

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The Last Laugh

... My work sold. Now, if the harvest is over ...

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A Subaltern's Love Song

... I am weak from your loveliness, Joan Hunter DunnMiss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, ...

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Slough

... Swarm over, Death!Come, bombs and blow to smithereens ...

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Loneliness

... For, sure as blackthorn bursts to snow, ...

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The Irish Unionist's farewell to Greta Hellastrom in 1922

... While the beech trees rock and thunder ...

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Business Girls

... Having baths in Camden TownWaste pipes chuckle into runnels, ...

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Guilt

... For somewhere, somewhere, burns a light ...

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Meditation on the A30

... and puffs at his pitiful lifeShe's losing her looks very fast, ...