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Alun Lewis - The Public Gardens Lyrics

Only a few top-heavy holly-hocks, wilting in arid beds,
Frayed lawns,
Twin sycamores storing the darkness massively under balconies of leaf,
And an empty rococo bandstand - strangely unpopular
Saturday evening in the public gardens.

But wait: These take their places:-

A thin little woman in black stockings and a straw hat with wax flowers,
Holding a varnished cane with both hands against her spent knees
As she sits alone on the bench, yes oddly
Alone and at rest:

An older wealthier lady, gesticulating and over-dressed,
Puffily reciting the liturgy of vexations
To her beautiful companion,
The remote and attractive demi-Parnassian
Whose dark hair catches the sunlight as she listens
With averted face and apparent understanding:

A boy with his crutches laid against the wall
Pale in the shadow where the hops hang over
In light green bundles; - is he, too, waiting
For one who perhaps
Prefers another?
And I, forgetting my khaki, my crude trade,
And the longing that has vexed and silenced me all the day,
Now simply consider the quiet people,
How their pattern emerges as the evening kindles
Till the park is a maze of diagonal lines, ah far
Too fine to catch the sun like the glittering webs
The spiders have folded and flung from the fading privet.
Only the children, passionately,
Snap my drifting lines with laughter
As they chase each other among the benches
In and out of the dreaming gardens.