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Jai's avatar

this was first class Henry.

I listened to the final lines with my eyes closed. You hit the final note.

at school, for A level, my teacher Mrs Cowan recited it in full, a few times, to insist we see the poem. I remember being lulled by her reading.

Once I was catching a late summer Sunday train to London and was stopping at these commuter towns and it felt like the rhythm and day of the poem

I caught some of the end era of those old train carriages when I was young - I remember they had them on the Paddington route west in the 1990s, right at the tail end, so can picture the train as a certain type

Thanks for this mate. a pleasure.

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No finer poem——

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