Work in progress
Phillip Larkin
In times when nothing stood
but worsened, or grew strange,
there was one constant good:
she did not change
1957 – 1977
Roger McGough
Yesterday
secure behind
your barricade
of polite coffeecups
you sat
whittling cliches.
But last night
sly old me
got you up
some dark alley
of my dreams.
This morning
you have a faraway look
in your
small take.
Lords
Lord Windermere looks at her in contempt. Lord Darlington in mingled astonishment and anger. Lord Augustus turns away. The other men smile at each other.
