Poems by John Betjeman
Sun and Fun
... When my beaux were never cross if I was late, There was sun enough for lazing upon beaches, ...
A Shropshire Lad
... Dripping and still he rose over the sill and faded away in a wall ...
In A Bath Teashop
... But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels ...
Mortality
... .." And this had to happen at the corner where the by-pass ...
Harrow-on-the-Hill
... And the constant click and kissing of the trolley buses hissing ...
Inexpensive Progress
... But let the chain stores place here ...
The Olympic Girl
... "Oh! Plung!" my tauten'd strings would call, ...
Executive
... She flies! Pedestrians and dogs and cats, we mark them down for slaughter ...
Devonshire Street W.1
... With Edwardian faience adornment -- Devonshire Street ...
Five O'Clock Shadow
... " Whe he who strggles for breath can struggle less strongly: ...
Senex
... And buttocks in your paws! Oh whip the dogs away my Lord, ...
Dawlish
... Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl: ...
The Licorice Fields at Pontefract
... The light and dangling licorice flowers ...
The Plantster's Vision
... Tower up like silver pencils, score on score: ...
Lenten Thoughts of a High Anglican
... And the sound of her voice is as soft and deep ...
