Author: John Betjeman

Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old […]

Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley […]

This is the time of day when we in the Mens’s ward Think “one more surge of the pain and […]

How straight it flew, how long it flew, It clear’d the rutty track And soaring, disappeared from view Beyond the […]

When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly […]

Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom […]

The first-class brains of a senior civil servant Shiver and shatter and fall As the steering column of his comfortable […]

The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, […]

Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow […]

At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry – […]