London Poems

I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
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Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
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Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
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On almost the incendiary eve
Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
And always known must leave
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By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
'Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay! '
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I.
ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow'ry plain:
I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
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Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
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The brazen winds
Swipe across the sea of mint
Opening the bizarre night of sin
Leaving no hint
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I--The Tragedy

She sits in the tawny vapour
   That the City lanes have uprolled,
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'Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis
vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:
Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.'
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The bows glided down, and the coast
Blackened with birds took a last look
At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye;
The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck.
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Something strange is creeping across me.
La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars
Of "I Thought about You" or something mellow from
Amadigi di Gaula for everything--a mint-condition can
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Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Bashõ and his friends go out to view the moon;
In summer, gasoline rainbow in the gutter,
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'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
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Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
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Has anybody seen my mouse?

I opened his box for half a minute,
Just to make sure he was really in it,
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In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
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If ever I dreamed of my dead name
High in the heart of London, unsurpassed
By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame,
There seeking a long sanctuary at last,
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Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand!
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NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
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O London, sweet London

wherefore art though sweet London?
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Oh Stamford Bridge, once mighty and grand
Prince and pride of London
Now fallen, crumbled unto the sand
The virgins of London weeped,
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Vincent left London and went to his little village in Zundert.
His father Theodorous came to receive his eldest son,
At the Breda Station, and take him home in a carriage.
The moment the carriage halted before their house,
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MAT MODEL OF EDUCATIONAL LEADERSHIP

Abstract
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London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
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PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE IN ISLAM

Air Cdre (R) Matloob Bokhari
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Past The Despair
Isn't it another way to say,
A yearning for freedom,
Fresh far beyond,
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Ein Balkaner in London ist ein reißender Fluss
der in die ruhige Thames hineinfließt. Im Hyde Park
ist er ein Berg, der in die weite Ebenheit hinwandert;
In Trafalgar Square ist er ein brauner Wolf
der sich mit den vier verschlafenen Löwen unterhält
der ihnen die von Touristen entartete/ verdorbene Phantasie wieder erweckt
der ihnen beibringt noch mal wie einst (laut) zu brüllen

Ein Balkaner in London mit seinen Geschichten
lässt Alfred Hitchcock erblassen. Sherlock Holmes
reicht ein Vorruhestandsgesuch ein,
als er von den verstrickten Delikten erfährt, die der Balkaner erzählt.
Wenn er den Tratsch der Dorfkneipen vermisst
hört er BBC. Ihn lassen
Wellington's und Nelson's Monumente kalt,
Über die Queen sagt er - wie kann sie nur Queen sein
wenn ihr Ehemann sie die ganze Nacht hindurch besteigt!

Ein Balkaner in London weiß sehr wohl
dass er für Scottland Yard geheimnisumwittert ist
(Noch mehr aber für sein Heimatland)
Wirft einen kurzen Blick in die lauten Pubs, auf die gut angezogenen Hunde
Und überlegt sich doch auch dieses Mal schwarz zu fahren.

Ein Balkaner in London ist ein reißender Fluss
der in die ruhige Thames hineinfließt.
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This is London,
No place for a tourist,
Those tour buses and boats,
A distraction for the tourist,
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Nipping in the name of security check
2008
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