Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BATTERSEA PARK, by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB First Line: Oh, brickbat park I name it Last Line: And help the bill of fare. Subject(s): London; Parks | ||||||||
Oh, Brickbat Park I name it: The soil is none too grand; But summer flowers inflame it, And sometimes there's a band. I know two tall power-stations Exhale a mort of grit, And constant fumigations From tugs disfigure it. I know how on the lakelet There lies a sooty scum: The cygnet and the drakelet Must find it troublesome. Drawbacks! But there's high-grade work In the allotments, where The plants reward the spadework And help the bill of fare. | Other Poems of Interest...LEDA HIDDEN by KENNETH REXROTH PARK IN THE PUBLIC'S OR IN THE PUBLIC, PARKS by KENNETH REXROTH THE THIN EDGE OF YOUR PRIDE: 3 by KENNETH REXROTH THE THIN EDGE OF YOUR PRIDE: 4 by KENNETH REXROTH THE THIN EDGE OF YOUR PRIDE: 5 by KENNETH REXROTH ONE POSSIBLE MEANING by CHARLIE SMITH METAPHORS OF THE TREE by RUTH STONE PATERSON: BOOK 2. SUNDAY IN THE PARK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AMONG THE LAKES by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB AN EPITAPH (AFTER THE GREEK EPIGRAMS) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |
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