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|
Comments about A. P. Herbert
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 ...
Salute the sappers, all you fighting men;
All you great guns and tanks and lorries, bow!
Bow down, bazooka, bayonet and Bren.
Without the sapper, where would you be now?
The bridge is broken, mines are in the hay.
A thousand deaths are hidden in the grass.
But here's the sapper—he will find a way:
And, you great guns, salute them as they pass.