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| Adrian HenriTonight at noonTonight at noon Supermarkets will advertise 3p EXTRA on everything Tonight at noon Children from happy families will be sent to live in a home Elephants will tell each other human jokes America will declare peace on Russia World War I Generals will sell poppies in the streets on November 11th The first daffodils of autumn will appear When the leaves fall upwards to the trees Tonight at noon Pigeons will hunt cats through the city backyards Hitler will tell us to fight on the beaches and in the landing fields A tunnel full of water will be built near Liverpool Pigs will be sighted flying in formation over Woolton and Nelson will not only get his eye back but his arm as well White Americans will demonstrate for equal rights in front of the Black House and the Monster has just created Dr. Frankenstein Girls in bikinis are moonbathing Folksongs are sung by real folk Art Galleries are closed to people over 21 Poets get their poems in the top 20 Politicians are elected to insane asylums There's jobs for everyone and nobody wants them In back alleys everywhere teenage lovers are kissing in broad daylight In forgotten graveyards everywhere the dead will quietly bury the living and You will tell me you love me Tonight at noon Two Lullabys 1. Here is a poem written on the clouds for you When white bodies dance in suburban gardens Accompanied only by the sound of lawnmowers Champagne pouring into empty swimming-pools Here is a poem written on the clouds for you Here is a poem written on the sky for you On the very last day When skulls and hummingbirds crowd the beaches like deckchairs Seagulls singing their final requiem Here is a poem written on the sky for you Here is a poem written in the air for you When the flood is over And pigs are left dangling in the treetops Valleys overturned and rivers upended Here is a poem written in the air for you Here is a poem written on the clouds for you When the poets are gone and the poems forgotten When a new earth blooms And the dying heart pumps a song of welcome Here is a poem written on the clouds for you 2 Woken and then lulled by the seagulls Sleep till the sea-fret rolls by Turn on your pillow till morning Back to the opening sky Sleep though the dreams may come crowding Like mists across the bay Night-birds will hover above you Cry to the echoing day Sleep though the aeroplanes lull you Dull through the evening skies Sleep with the seabirds for guardians Distances lost in their eyes Sandpipers wade on the marshes Curlews awake on the plain Turn to the cobblestone sunlight Wake to the morning again >>Eternal thanks to Michelle for introducing this to me...<< More Adrian Henri Back | |||||||||
