British Library Comments

Round we go

the bus and I

Gladstone giving us

his stern twinkly blessing

on a little summer

come from nowhere

and nothing

dear of it

to kiss-better the long

and beastly winter wounds

the british library

stretching out

behind us

a great basking lion -

the library knows

many hands many minds

make light work even

of four subterranean floors

of incunabula

only now and then

does a scholar or a volume

hit the bonk -

and from ground level up

the zillion books of life

even the most gadfly of tomes

are sleeping or waking

in their alphabetical lofts

St Pancras

blushing nearby

only the river

keeping his cool

the river

the bus

and me
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