Felpham Poem by Frank Avon
Felpham
He left London
and for three years
dwelt in Sussex
near the sea.
He was to be free.
He was made an assistant,
my 'secretary, '
by one William Hayley,
the Poet of the Day
(now unknown):
his work was routine,
demeaning,
unappreciated
by the elite
of Chichester,
but in his cottage
with his Catherine,
the myth grew, his Zoas,
his life he lived
among the Eternals.
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