13 November 2011
STEVIE SMITH: A WISER VIEW OF EUROPE
I Remember
It was my bridal night I remember
An old man of seventy-three
I lay with my young bride in my arms
A girl with t.b.
It was wartime, and overhead
The Germans were making a particularly heavy raid on Hampstead.
What rendered the confusion worse, perversely
Our bombers had chosen that moment to set out for Germany.
Harry, do they ever collide?
I do not think it has ever happened
Oh my bride, my bride.
Stevie Smith
Stevie didn't like blokes much. She was a mighty poet. I Remember is the boss tonight; there are many more ... I posted this having pondered for days Poppy Day, or Remembrance Day, the 11th of the 11th, and remembering Andrew James White, my Poppy, who was there amongst the blooms. A hundred years ago. I knew him well.
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