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From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town

Waste pipes chuckle into runnels, Steam's escaping here and there, Morning trains through Camden cutting Shake the Crescent and the Square.

Early nip of changeful autumn, Dahlias glimpsed through garden doors, At the back precarious bathrooms Jutting out from upper floors;

And behind their frail partitions Business women lie and soak, Seeing through the draughty skylight Flying clouds and railway smoke.

Rest you there, poor unbelov'd ones, Lap your loneliness in heat. All too soon the tiny breakfast, Trolley-bus and windy street!

“I don't think I am any good. If I thought I was any good, I wouldn't be.”

“Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.”

BONUS BONUS BONUS: Hear him reading "Slough."

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