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Birds in a London Square
Posted by: Gill Williams (---.ilford.mdip.bt.net)
Date: November 06, 2004 10:19AM

I am trying to track down a poem we read at school. It is about someone sitting in a London square and the birds making a terrific noise. Maybe something about ?plane trees. That's all I can remember...

regards, Gill

Re: Birds in a London Square
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: November 06, 2004 12:44PM

Perhaps this one, by Hugh Cook?

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Re: Birds in a London Square
Posted by: IanB (---.tnt11.mel1.da.uu.net)
Date: November 08, 2004 04:29PM



An interesting example of a prose poem, Les, and quite good in its own way, but no plane trees, and surely improbable as classroom reading. Unless of course education has become a lot more free thinking than I remember. smiling smiley

Re: Birds in a London Square
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: November 08, 2004 04:37PM

Ian, it was published in a University newspaper. Who knows what happens in school these days?


Publication details: "I Remember" was published in "Craccum", the newspaper of the Auckland University Students Association, in Auckland, New Zealand, back in the 1980s - let's say, provisionally, in 1986. Hugh says: "I have the original newsprint somewhere, but where I have no idea. Should it come to light, I will post the precise publication details here." Copyright © 1986, 2002 Hugh Cook. All rights reserved. Note that this is a Cold War poem. The birds really did burn. And, burning, fell ....


Re: Birds in a London Square
Posted by: rikki (---.carlnfd1.nsw.optusnet.com.au)
Date: November 08, 2004 06:18PM

This sounds familiar to me Gill, I vaguely remember reading this one too.

At the moment , all I can think of is "A London Plane-Tree" (but no birds) by Amy Levy

GREEN is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown ;
They droop and pine for country air ;
The plane-tree loves the town.

Here from my garret-pane, I mark
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.

Among her branches, in and out,
The city breezes play ;
The dun fog wraps her round about ;
Above, the smoke curls grey.

Others the country take for choice,
And hold the town in scorn ;
But she has listened to the voice
On city breezes borne.


..and the song "Feed the Birds" from Mary Poppins!

I'll keep on trying to remember...


Re: Birds in a London Square
Posted by: RJAllen (193.114.111.---)
Date: November 10, 2004 09:55AM

What do you clothe a mouth in?

Re: Birds in a London Square
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-03rh16rt-04rh15rt.co.dial-access.att.ne)
Date: November 10, 2004 12:09PM

Not sure. Can't be slacks-jawed, I don't think. I know how to girdle my loins, if that is any help.

Re: Birds in a London Square
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Date: November 10, 2004 06:14PM


Re: Birds in a London Square
Posted by: Just Jack (68.43.69.---)
Date: November 10, 2004 09:14PM

Could be this?

A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square

Melody - Manning Sherwin, 1915
- Vera Lynn

Eric Maschwitz
When true lovers meet in Mayfair,
So the legends tell,
Song birds sing,
Winter turns to spring,
Ev'ry winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell.
I know such enchantment can be,
'Cause it happened one ev'ning to me.

That certain night,
The night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air.
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turn'd and smiled at me,
A nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love
The whole darn world seemed upside down

The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kiss'd and said "good-night"
A nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

How strange it was , How sweet and strange
There was never a dream to compare
With that hazy, crazy night we met
When a nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

This heart of mine beat loud and fast
Like a merry-go-round in a fair
For we were dancing cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

When dawn came stealing up all golden blue,
To interrupt our rendezvous.
I still remember how you smiled and said,
"Was that a dream or was it true?"

Our homeward step was just as light
As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away,
A nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square.

I know 'cause I was there,
That night in Berk'ley Square

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