Thursday, August 27, 2009


The Cockney Amorist
by John Betjeman

Oh when my love, my darling,
You've left me here alone,
I'll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own.
The vast suburban churches
Together we have found:
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drown'd;
I'll use them now for praying in
And not for looking round.
No more the Hackney Empire
Shall find us in its stalls
When on the lime lit crooner
The thankful curtain falls,
And soft electric lamplight
Reveals the gilded walls.
I will not go to Finsbury Park
The putting course to see
Nor cross the crowded High Road
To Williamsons' to tea,
For these and all the other things
Were part of you and me.
I love you, oh my darling,
And what I can't make out
Is why since you have left me
I'm somehow still about.


azizi said...

missing someone?
call now ..123456789.

Naz said...

I've just read this one too. Lovely poem :)

Have a good weekend, Danial.

[danial][ma] said...

hej! Azizi...hehehehe...yup, missing someone who was very dear to know what has happened when i called that number: nombor yang anda dial telah ditamatkan perkhidmatannya, terima kasih...the number you have dialed is not active! ayoyo...;-)

[danial][ma] said...

hej! Naz...yeah, what a lovely too...have a restful weekend...;-)

mazddaud said...

very "sedih" one but "lomantik" too...;-)

[danial][ma] said...

hej! mazddaud...yeah, romantic in its own way...;-)

Anonymous said...

cool bro..

[danial][ma] said...

hej! en_me...yeah, love this poem...

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