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John Betjeman
John Betjeman
(28 August 1906 – 19 May 1984 / London, England)
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Sir John Betjeman, CBE was an English poet, writer and broadcaster who described himself in Who's Who as a "poet and hack".
He was a founding member of the Victorian Society and a passionate defender of Victorian architecture. Starting his career as a journalist, he ended it as one of the most popular British Poets Laureate to date and a much-loved figure on British television.
Life
Early Life and Education
Betjeman was born "John Betjemann"; this was changed to the less German "Betjeman" during the First World War. He grew up at Parliament Hill Mansions in the Lissenden Gardens private estate in Highgate in North ... more »
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John Betjeman Poems
Dawlish
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall,
Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl:
Low tide lifting, on a shingle shore,
Long-sunk islands from the sea once more:...
Slough
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!...
A Subaltern's Love Song
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn,
Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun,
What strenuous singles we played after tea,
We in the tournament - you against me!...
False Security
I remember the dread with which I at a quarter past four
Let go with a bang behind me our house front door
And, clutching a present for my dear little hostess tight,
Sailed out for the children's ......
Meditation On The A30
A man on his own in a car
Is revenging himself on his wife;
He open the throttle and bubbles with dottle
and puffs at his pitiful life...
Diary Of A Church Mouse
Here among long-discarded cassocks,
Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks,
Here where the vicar never looks
I nibble through old service books....
Back From Australia
Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height,
The packaged food tastes neutrally of clay,
We never seem to catch the running day
But travel on in everlasting night...
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False Security
I remember the dread with which I at a quarter past four
Let go with a bang behind me our house front door
And, clutching a present for my dear little hostess tight,
Sailed out for the children's party into the night
Or rather the gathering night. For still some boys
In the near municipal acres were making a noise
Shuffling in fallen leaves and shouting and whistling
And running past hedges of hawthorn, spiky and bristling.
And black in the oncoming darkness stood out the trees
And pink shone the ponds in the sunset ready to freeze
And all was still and ominous ...
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I remember reading a poem of Betjeman's set in the Botanic garden but so far haven't managed to track it down
I'm looking for a poem that begins:
Are you one who lies adreaming
supine, satisfied and steaming...
I'm pretty sure it's Betjeman - it sounds like him - but I can't find it anywhere
I am looking for his poem that lists a whole lot of Dorset villages with odd names including Ryme Intrinseca. Can anyone help?
I would love to know from any kind members if Sir John Betjeman wrote this about Budleigh Salterton -
" The blood is so blue in Budleigh.. etc
I used to love playing Sir John's links at St Enodoc and one poem rings very true for me as I have " birdied" the same hole as he did...
With apologies to those who don't approve.
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I'm looking for a poem...I'm sure it's one of Betjemans...it contains the line.....Sixteen aching arms.....reference to rowers. Can anyone help?
Thanks
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