John Betjeman Poems
- Slough Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit...
- An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill...
- A Subaltern's Love Song Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter ...
- Diary Of A Church Mouse Here among long-discarded ...
- Back From Australia Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height,...
- False Security I remember the dread with which I at a quarter...
- Dawlish Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall, Down ...
Sir John Betjeman, CBE was an English poet, writer and broadcaster who described himself in Who's Who as a "poet and hack".
He was a founding member of the Victorian Society and a passionate defender of Victorian architecture. Starting his career as a journalist, he ended it as one of the most popular British Poets Laureate to date and a much-loved figure on British television.
Early Life and Education
Betjeman was born "John Betjemann"; this was changed to the less German "Betjeman" during the First World War. He grew up at Parliament Hill Mansions in the Lissenden Gardens private estate in Highgate in North ... more »
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Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!
Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.
Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.
And get that man with double chin
Who'll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women's tears:
And smash his ...