Middlesex

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Middlesex

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Gaily into Ruislip Gardens            Runs the red electric train       With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's            Daintily alights Elaine;       Hurries down the concrete station       With a frown of concentration       Out into the outskirt's edges       Where a few surviving hedges Keep alive our lost Elysium—rural Middlesex again       Well cut Windsmoor flapping lightly            Jacqmar scarf of mauve and green       Hiding hair which, Friday nightly            Delicately drowns in Drene;       Fair Elaine the bobby-soxer       Fresh-complexioned with Innoxa       Gains the garden—father's hobby—       Hangs her Windsmoor in the lobby Settles down to sandwich supper and the television screen       Gentle Brent, I used to know you            Wandering Wembley-wards at will       Now what change your waters show you            In the meadowlands you fill!       Recollect the elm-trees misty       And the footpaths climbing twisty       Under cedar-shaded palings       Low laburnum-leaned-on railings Out of Northolt on and upward to the heights of Harrow hill       Parish of enormous hayfields            Perivale stood all alone       And from Greenford scent of mayfields            Most enticingly was blown       Over market gardens tidy       Taverns for the bona fide       Cockney anglers, cockney shooters       Murray Poshes, Lupin Pooters Long in Kensal Green and Highgate silent under soot and stone

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