National Poetry Day: London Lines

By Lindsey Last edited 111 months ago
National Poetry Day: London Lines

The giant knitted poem! In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas and over 1000 knitters. Photo by chrisjohnbeckett

Happy National Poetry Day! It was nice to wake up to the news that TS Eliot topped a poet popularity poll on the BBC website. Particularly apt for Londoners since he knew a thing or two about commuting:

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,

I had not thought death had undone so many.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,

To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours

With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.

Sorry. That's really quite a depressing slice of poetic genius. But then he probably got the votes for his cat poems, right? Still, we're pleased. To accompany this bit of The Wasteland we definitely want your top snippets of London poetry to share throughout the day. There's lots going on for lovers of lyricism but if you're chained to your computer keep us entertained with your favourite London verses in the comments below.

Last Updated 08 October 2009