James, my inspiration and Muse...


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Here is a collection of my favourite poetry,
Mr May has admitted to liking poetry.
He has even inspired me to write some.
He likes poetry, I like him.
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Monday, 8 October 2012



London
John Davidson

Athwart the sky a lowly sigh

From west to east the sweet wind carried;
The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;
His light in all the city tarried;
The clouds on viewless columns bloomed       
Like smouldering lilies unconsumed.
 

“Oh sweetheart, see! How shadowy,
Of some occult magician’s rearing,
Or swung in space of heaven’s grace
Dissolving, dimly reappearing,       
Afloat upon ethereal tides
St. Paul’s above the city rides!”
 

A rumor broke through the thin smoke,
Enwreathing abbey, tower, and palace,
The parks, the squares, the thoroughfares,       
The million-peopled lanes and alleys,
An ever-muttering prisoned storm,
The heart of London beating warm.