Poetry

During my visit to London last week, Wills took me to the new St Pancreas station just to see this fantastic place. Housed in the 19th century station, it has been refurbished and for those international travellers among you, you will know that it is the departure and arrival point of the Eurostar train. Anyway, what has that got to do with poetry, I hear myself saying. Hang on just a little!

In the station there are a couple of superb sculptures one of John Betjeman and another of a couple probably meeting at the station and kissing. Anyway, all this has lead me to have a little look on the net to see some of Betjeman's poetry and other and I came upon a couple of poems. One of them is by Davi Harking about a girl her loved. You can find the story here:

 http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2002/sep/16/artsfeatures.poetry

and this is the poem: Remember Me


Do not shed tears when I have gone
but smile instead because I have lived.

Do not shut your eyes and pray to God that I’ll come back
but open your eyes and see all that I have left behind.

I know your heart will be empty because you cannot see me
but still I want you to be full of the love we shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live only for yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of what happened
between us yesterday.

You can remember me and grieve that I have gone
or you can cherish my memory and let it live on.

You can cry and lose yourself become distraught
and turn your back on the world
or you can do what I want - smile, wipe away the tears,
learn to love again and go on.




But what has all of that got to do with John Betjeman? Well, nothing really except that this great thing called the web is really, a web and one thing leads to another and...