Clive Sansom Poems
- Mice And Cat One ...
- Snowflakes And did you know That every flake of snow That ...
- The Ladybird Tiniest of turtles! Your shining back Is a ...
- Mary Of Nazareth It was like music: Hovering and floating ...
- The Innkeeper’s Wife I love this byre. Shadows are kindly ...
- The Engine Driver The train goes running along the ...
- The Centurion What is it now? More trouble? Another Jew? I ...
Clive Sansom was a British-born Tasmanian poet and playwright.
Sansom was born on 21 June 1910 in East Finchley, London and educated at Southgate County School, where he matriculated in 1926. He worked as a clerk until 1934, and then studied speech and drama at the Regent Street Polytechnic and the London Speech Institute under Margaret Gullan. He went on to study phonetics under Daniel... more »
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What is it now? More trouble?
Another Jew? I might have known it
.These Jews, they buzz around the tail of trouble
Like lascivious flies. Do they think we're here
Because we love them? Is it their climate
That holds us here? Why, think, Marcellus -
By God, just dream of it. Today in Rome,
Less than two thousand thirsty miles away,
Fountains and squares and shadowed colonnades,
Men with smooth chins and girls that sometimes wash.
Well, who is it? ... I see.
Another to be taken to the bonehill.
They're coming now. Just listen to them! -
You'd think they had...