Author: John Betjeman

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

Oh would I could subdue the flesh Which sadly troubles me! And then perhaps could view the flesh As though […]

In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming […]

Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I […]

Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta’s and Pardon’s Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down […]

The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught […]

High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look […]

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn’t fit for humans now, There isn’t grass to graze a cow. […]

From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste […]

Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like […]