Musings from the Merse
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
BETJEMAN AT ST PANCRAS
Scruffily and handbagged I stand
Business ladies hurrying past
To the glorious Eurostar,
Foreign climes in Tourist class
Whilst mere Londoners, in funeral drab
Can only dream of rich repast
Speeding to the Eiffel Tour
At One sixty something miles an hour
almost wrote Sir J B-and surely would have done had he lived to see the glories of St Pancras International Terminal
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The image of the poet is larger than life size if not as large as the massive Lovers Meeting (as in Journey's end in..)-or The Giant Snoggers to give it the correct title-surely proof that London rather than Paris is the city for romantic liaisons or in this case La Grande Passion-grande being le mot juste
What would Sir John have made of these two figures. We will never know but
Lord shrive me from unseemly lust
For gigantic women about to rust
might cover it
Labels: Betjeman, St Pancras Snoggers
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