In Darkest London Poem by A. P. Herbert
In Darkest London
The lights are up in Athens and in Rome:
But Liberty does not begin at home.
The Parthenon is free, and that is grand:
But when will it be safe to cross the Strand?
October 22, 1944
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: london,october
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