A. P. Herbert
A. P. Herbert Poems
|122.||Oh, No, John . . . (The Budget)||1/28/2014|
|123.||Buns For The Huns||1/28/2014|
|127.||'Nice Kind Germans'||1/28/2014|
|128.||A 'Good' Budget||1/28/2014|
|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|
|141.||'Salute The Soldier'||1/28/2014|
|142.||At The Theatre: To The Lady Behind Me||1/29/2014|
At The Theatre: To The Lady Behind Me
Dear Madam, you have seen this play;
I never saw it till today.
You know the details of the plot,
But, let me tell you, I do not.
The author seeks to keep from me
The murderer's identity,
And you are not a friend of his
If you keep shouting who it is.
The actors in their funny way
Have several funny things to say,
But they do not amuse me more
If you have said them just before;
The merit of the drama lies,
I understand, in some surprise;
But the surprise must now be small
Since you have just foretold it all.
The lady you have brought with ...
('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