Friday, August 16, 2013

Return to Ealing

Return to Ealing, by John Betjeman (1961)

Return, return to Ealing, 
Worn poet of the farm! 
Regain your boyhood feeling
Of uninvaded calm! 
For there the leafy avenues
Of lime and chestnut mix’d
Do widely wind, by art designed, 
The costly houses ’twixt. 

No early morning tractors
The thrush and blackbird drown, 
No nuclear reactors
Bulge huge below the down, 
No youth upon his motor-bike
His lust for power fulfil
With dentist’d drill intent to kill
The silence of the hills. 

In Ealing on a Sunday
Bell-haunted quiet falls, 
In Ealing on a Monday
‘Milk-o!’ the milkman calls; 
No lorries grind in bottom gear
Up steep and narrow lanes, 
Nor constant here offend the ear
Low-flying aeroplanes. 

Return, return to Ealing, 
Worn poet of the farm! 
Regain your boyhood feeling
Of uninvaded calm! 
Where smoothly glides the bicycle
And softly flows the Brent
And a gentle gale from Perivale
Sends up the hayfield scent. 

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