Business Girls

by John Betjeman From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town. Waste pipes chuckle into runnels, Steam’s escaping here and there, Morning trains through Camden cutting Shake the Crescent and the Square. Early nip of changeful autumn, Dahlias glimpsed through garden doors, At theContinue reading “Business Girls”

You’re

by Sylvia Plath Clownlike, happiest on your hands,   Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,   Gilled like a fish. A common-sense   Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.   Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,   Trawling your dark as owls do.   Mute as a turnip from the Fourth   Of July to All Fools’ Day,O high-riser, my little loaf. Vague as fog and looked for likeContinue reading “You’re”

Pathology of Colours

by Dannie Abse I know the colour rose, and it is lovely,but not when it ripens in a tumour;and healing greens, leaves and grass, so springlike,in limbs that fester are not springlike. I have seen red-blue tinged with hirsute mauvein the plum-skin face of a suicide.I have seen white, china white almost, starefrom behaind theContinue reading “Pathology of Colours”

Let Me Die a Youngman’s Death

by Roger McGough Let me die a youngman’s deathnot a clean & inbetweenthe sheets holywater deathnot a famous-last-wordspeaceful out of breath death When I’m 73& and in constant good tumourmay I be mown down at dawnby a bright red sports caron my way homefrom an allnight party Or when I’m 91with silver hair& sitting inContinue reading “Let Me Die a Youngman’s Death”