Hampstead Poems - Poems about Hampstead

...Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cat......

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... hampstead and the city - as if sketched on primed white canvas appeared from on that bench divorced from time and standing still. a london without colour - ashen, silent, lying dista......

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...Near John Keats House Drinking your coffee And sipping your beer Alone and palely loitering, Sleeping on the Heath Near Beauty-Truth's dream, Going nowhere But, alas, no where to go, I g......

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...Although born in Scotland I have no memories of there as we left when I was two. My first recollections are of Las Palmos in the Canaries. I recall the donkey passing daily and being told he bites......

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