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Poem	Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park The crowns of hats the sun On moustached archaic faces Grinning as if it were all An August bank Holiday lark; And the shut shops the bleached Established names on the sunblinds The farthings and sovereigns Adn dark-clothed children at play Called after kings and queens The tin advertisements For cocoa and twist and the pubs Wide open all day; And the countryside ont caring: The place-names all hazed over With flowering grasses and fields Shadowing Domesday lines Under wheat's restless silence; The differently-dressed servants With tiny rooms in huge houses The dust behind limousines; Never such innocence Never before or since As changed itself to past Without a word--the men Leaving the gardens tidy The thousands of marriages Lasting a littlewhile longer: Never such innocence again. 1964
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