Liverpool Echo – Carol Ann Duffy
Pat Hodges kissed you once, although quite shy,
In sixty-two. Small crowds in Mathew Street
Endure rain for the echo of a beat,
As if nostalgia means you did not die.
Inside phone-booth loveless ladies cry
On Merseyside. Their faces show defeat.
An ancient jukebox blares out Ain’t She Sweet
In Liverpool, which cannot say goodbye.
Here everybody has an anecdote
Of how they met you, were the best of mates.
The seagulls circle round a ferry-boat
Out on the river, where it’s getting late.
Like litter on the water, people float
Outside the Cavern in the rain. And wait.
Pat Hodges kissed you once, although quite shy,
In sixty-two. Small crowds in Mathew Street
Endure rain for the echo of a beat,
As if nostalgia means you did not die.
Inside phone-booth loveless ladies cry
On Merseyside. Their faces show defeat.
An ancient jukebox blares out Ain’t She Sweet
In Liverpool, which cannot say goodbye.
Here everybody has an anecdote
Of how they met you, were the best of mates.
The seagulls circle round a ferry-boat
Out on the river, where it’s getting late.
Like litter on the water, people float
Outside the Cavern in the rain. And wait.
I can't believe classes are so cool here. I really love this class british youth culture. I'm learning so much about their culture as much as my own. It is so great. It was also entertaining watching my professor stop traffic so he could take photos of us. It was a little scary.
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Our whole class in front of abbey road studios |
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classic picture |
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then running so i dont get hit by a car |