And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.

Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.

Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.

On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.

The gas was on in the Institute, / The flare was up in the gym.