Harold Pinter Poems

Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
...

No, you're wrong.

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be
...

Don't look.
The world's about to break.

Don't look.
...

I know the place.
It is true.
Everything we do
...

I send my voice into your mouth
You return the compliment

I am the Count of Cannizzaro
...

I saw Len Hutton in his prime

Another time
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The curtain white in folds,
She walks two steps and turns,
The curtain still, the light
Staggers in her eyes.
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Here they go again,
The Yanks in their armoured parade
Chanting their ballads of joy
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The day will get off to a cloudy start.
It will be quite chilly
But as the day progresses
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I was dead and now I live
You took my hand

I blindly died
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