“Following daily such a dread-ful trade to earn a living,With every second on that cliffSo cruel and unforgiving”Alan Brownjohn
“Is fine - as long as no one comesAnd asks us what we do there…We'd have to say, Without our toil,Just who would know it grew there?”Alan Brownjohn The Cat Without E-Mail (2001).
“At dawn, a railwaywomanOn a country platform whirls on the end of a chainAn irrelevant key, while a young guard makes to wipeA crumb from her lapel; and see, she smilesA permissory smile you take in from your corner seat:A cameo of unrehearsed perfection.”Alan Brownjohn The Old Flea-Pit (1987).
