The Skies Cleared Over London
thunder above, fire below
The skies cleared over London to allow us our rising sun alongside Regent's Canal running past Thomas Lord's Cricket Ground to the Prince Regent’s park — the son of the original stable genius, George III. As I waited for the fullness of its rising, I pondered the Clash song about the immigrants stealing the hubcaps of respected gentlemen — and dons. Let’s leave all that aside, though, along with the Bob Dylan song questioning how many ears one man must have before he can hear people cry, and turn our attention to the poetry of John Keats and the bus ride to the poet’s house in Hampstead where he lived in the fullness of his poetic genius, writing Ode to a Nightingale by a plum tree in the garden.
of John Keats and the bus ride
to the poet’s house in Hampstead
where he lived in the fullness
of his poetic genius, writing
Ode to a Nightingale
by a plum tree in the garden.
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Beautiful photos! The skies cleared and you got a chance to walk along the canal is it Little Venice? Always love a poem that mentions poetry in such a delicate and matter of fact way.