Quotes from Continual Dew — John Betjeman
1906–1984 England
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Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!
Continual Dew (1937)
Old men in country houses hear clocks ticking
Over thick carpets with a deadened force.
Continual Dew (1937)
Spirits of well-shot woodcock, partridge, snipe
Flutter and bear him up the Norfolk sky.
Continual Dew (1937)
Old men who never cheated, never doubted,
Communicated monthly, sit and stare
At the new suburb stretched beyond the run-way
Where a young man lands hatless from the air.
Continual Dew (1937)
Whist upon whist upon whist upon whist drive, in Institute, Legion and Social Club.
Horny hands that hold the aces which this morning held the plough.
Continual Dew (1937)