<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340146" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poem in Memoriam T. S. Eliot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd been out the night before & hadn't seen the papers or the telly<br>& the next day in a café someone told me you were dead<br>And it was as if a favourite distant uncle had died<br>old hands in the big strange room/new shiny presents at Christmas<br>and I didn't know what to feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For years I measured out my life with your coffee spoons</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your poems on the table in dusty bed sitters<br>Playing an L.P. of you reading on wet interrupted January afternoons</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile, back at the Wasteland:<br>Maureen OHara in a lowcut dress staggers across Rhyl sandhills<br>Lovers in Liverpool pubs eating passion fruit<br>Reading Alfred de Vigny in the lavatory<br>Opening an old grand piano and finding it smelling of curry<br>THE STAR OF INDIA FOUND IN A BUS STATION<br>Making love in a darkened room hearing an old woman having a fit on the landing<br>The first snowflakes of winter falling on her Christmas poem for me in Piccadilly Gardens <br>The first signs of spring in plastic daffodils<br>on city counters</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovers kissing<br>Rain fallin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dogs running<br>Night falling<br>And you `familiar compound spirit' moving silently down Canning St in a night of rain and fog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adrian+Henri">Adrian Henri</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340146" data-title="Poem in Memoriam T. S. Eliot de Adrian Henri" data-description="I'd been out the night before & hadn't seen the papers or the telly & the next day in a café someone told me you were dead And it was as if a favourite distant uncle had died old hands in the big strange room/new shiny presents at Christmas and I..."></div> </div> </div>

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