Ken Smith Poems
- The Secret Police They are listening in the wires, in the ...
- Fast Forward one thing then another one story then ...
- The Shadow Of God To Mohács in the marshlands, still in the ...
- Possessions They spent my life plotting against me. With ...
- Duck At Haldon Ponds At evening watches the duck slow ...
- Train After Max Ernst's 'Europe after the Rain' In ...
- In The Next Street there’s only ever one argument: his, ...
Kenneth John Smith, poet, born December 4 1938; died June 27 2003
Ken Smith was born in Rudston, a small village in Yorkshire. His father (a farm worker and then greengrocer shop owner), whose life he explores in an early poem, Family Group, moved around, and Ken attended junior schools all over the county. After grammar school in Hull and Knaresborough, he did national service in the ... more »
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The Secret Police
They are listening in the wires,
in the walls, under the eaves
in the wings of house martins,
in the ears of old women,
in the mouths of children.
They are listening to this now.
So let's hear it for the secret police,
a much misunderstood minority.
After all, they have their rights,
their own particular ways of seeing things,
saying things, cooking things,
they too have a culture uniquely their own.
And we think