wayword.pages.dev

Adrian henri talking after christmas blues poem

          Well I woke up this mornin' it was Christmas Day And the birds were singing the night away....

          And the birds were singing the night away A · I saw my stocking lying.

        1. From the Merseybeat poets anthology, the legendary Adrian Henri writes a unrequited festive love poem about missing a girl.
        2. Well I woke up this mornin' it was Christmas Day And the birds were singing the night away.
        3. Adrian Henri's Talking After Christmas Blues.
        4. Contemporary Poetry Series No 6, quarto size pamphlet, title page and poem printed on blue paper, 8 pages of music on grey paper, near fine condition in.

          5. Adrian Henri

          Adrian Henri’s Talking After Christmas Blues

          Well I woke up this mornin' it was Christmas Day
          And the birds were singing the night away
          I saw my stocking lying on the chair
          Looked right to the bottom but you weren't there
          there was
          apples
          oranges
          chocolates
          .

          .. . aftershave
          but no you.

          So I went downstairs and the dinner was fine
          There was pudding and turkey and lots of wine
          And I pulled those crackers with a laughing face
          Till I saw there was no one in your place
          there was
          mincepies
          brandy
          nuts and raisins
          .

          . .

          A poem about the dark side of Christmas and the New Year, when the trappings of the holiday season are there, but the poet's loved one is absent.

          mashed potato

          [...] Read more

          poem by Adrian Henri
          Added by Poetry Lover
          Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

          Great War Poems

          I.

          The same old soldiers walking along the same old skyline

          2.

          Dead hand through the sandbags reaching out for the cream­and ­white butterfly

          3

          mud/water under duckboards/mud/rats scamper in starshell darkness/mud/smell of shit and rotting bodies/mud/resting your sweaty forehead on the sandbags OVER THE TOP the