To Sir Howard Davies

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For three years and one more
(I suppose that makes four)
I have lived, wrapped up in LSE
A home that I hate and adore.

You very rarely crossed my mind,
Until the day that you resigned.
But your presence reassured me
In ways that cannot be defined.

I would just like to say –
Your performance in Platonov’s play
As Hoz or George Bernard Shaw
Really blew me away.

Now Houghton St. lies bereft
Your departure feels a bit like theft.
Who will preside over graduation
Now that you have left?

  • Chloe
    March 5, 2011

    Amazing! I was just thinking about graduation when I saw your poem…

  • Promising Poets Parking Lot
    March 8, 2011

    beautiful capture of your emotions..
    lovely imagery.

    love your blog, your poetry is impressive!
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