Thursday, October 02, 2008
On the other hand I was just sitting on a crowded tube - Central Line, natch - when I looked up to see one of those Poems on the Underground. Normally these are okay or bad but they do provide moments of pleasure. On this occasion, however, the poem was this, one of the most delicate, moving and erotic poems in the language, a quote from which adorned John Ashbery's choice of a ChapStick for his time capsule. Between Tottenham Court Road and Notting Hill Gate I entered a better world.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 1:15 pm