A. P. Herbert

(1890-1971 / Ashtead, Surrey)

A. P. Herbert Poems

121. A Change 1/28/2014
122. Oh, No, John . . . (The Budget) 1/28/2014
123. Buns For The Huns 1/28/2014
124. Vintage Year 1/29/2014
125. V8 1/29/2014
126. Montgomery 1/29/2014
127. 'Nice Kind Germans' 1/28/2014
128. A 'Good' Budget 1/28/2014
129. Beaucourt Revisited 1/29/2014
130. The Buzz Bomb Boys 1/29/2014
131. Epitaph (For Arnhem) 1/29/2014
132. Model Prayer For Model Citizen 1/29/2014
133. The Ballad Of The 'Bluebell' 1/28/2014
134. To A Young Man 1/28/2014
135. St. Patrick's Day 1/28/2014
136. 'Flaming June' 1/28/2014
137. Go Slow 1/28/2014
138. Woman Power 1/28/2014
139. The Doctor 1/29/2014
140. At The Theatre: To The Lady Behind Me 1/29/2014
141. Hitler's Birthday 1/28/2014
142. 'Salute The Soldier' 1/28/2014

Comments about A. P. Herbert

  • John Ogis (6/24/2014 4:53:00 PM)

    I am looking for the text of a Herbert poem. I belive the name of said poem is, ¨I Do Feel Bohemiam Tonight.¨
    It is the onlñy Herbert poem I was familiar with so seems odd no to find it here with ´all´ his other works.
    Any Ideas?

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  • John Ogis (6/24/2014 4:52:00 PM)

    I am looking for the text of a Herbert poem. I belive the name of said poem is, ¨I Do Feel Bohemiam Tonight.¨
    It is the onlñy Herbert poem I was familiar with so seems odd no to find it here with ´all´ his other works.
    Any Ideas?

Best Poem of A. P. Herbert

'Salute The Soldier'

Hail, soldier, huddled in the rain,
Hail, soldier, squelching through the mud,
Hail, soldier, sick of dirt and pain,
The sight of death, the smell of blood.
New men, new weapons, bear the brunt;
New slogans gild the ancient game:
The infantry are still in front,
And mud and dust are much the same.
Hail, humble footman, poised to fly
Across the West, or any, Wall!
Proud, plodding, peerless P.B.I.-

The foulest, finest job of all.
March 26, 1944

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Big Ben

('Our lantern was extinguished . . .'—The Speaker)
'Extinguished?' No, Sir. Darkened for the fight,
Blacked-out, bombarded, bullied night and day,
The lamp of Parliament still kept alight
To show the sad lost Continent the way.
April 29, 1945

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