The ladies of the Women’s Guild.
well armoured in their tweeds and pearls.
Are sure that they will feel fulfilled
by doing good for wayward girls.
Although their vaunted charity
is mainly theoretical.
These pillars of society
are totally impractical.
They won’t consider taking in
young girl who has gone astray.
To free her from a life of sin.
Oh dear me no the ladies say.
Although they have our sympathy.
We keep our own homes trouble free.
1-May-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ivor, I would swear that this were Betjamin if I didn't know any different. This is such a beautiful poem that has that feeling of the Ealing Comedies about it. That dying breed of the middle class.No other country could have produced them and no other country could have produced someone as you self to draw a portrait of them. Truely wonderfull. Many thanks for posting.