It's an evening in late March and in the kitchen I'm listening to a short piece of choral music, when my son comes in to fetch himself a bowl of breakfast cereal which, he tells me, helps with his revision. And another thing, he goes on, I shouldn't worry about him because he's going to be fine: exams, work, life, everything, is going to be fine. That's a relief, I say to myself, thanks, now I can listen to this music, which turns out to be just some fancy noise, nothing compared with a boy's cheerfulness.

A Short Piece of Choral Music by Jonathan Davidson. #poemsontheunderground

Jane Hirshfield has a poem on the London Tube this month. This is it.

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How a New Yorker Put Poetry on the London Underground

Another lovely feature for #poemsontheunderground
40th anniversary
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...as you and I do, who are human, at night

yet still I take into my arms more than I can bear to hold.

'I Take into My Arms More Than I Can Bear To Hold' by Janet Frame.

Seen on #PoemsOnTheUnderground

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#PoemsOnTheUnderground Now celebrating its 40th anniversary!

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This #PoemsOnTheUnderground this morning struck a chord with me

The Guardian view on Poems on the Underground at 40: public art to be proud of | Editorial Editorial: This simple idea has travelled around the world, bringing hope and inspiration to millions

"Deep below the capital's streets, this is public art at its highest". #PoemsOnTheUnderground - always given me great joy! Lovely tribute here. #poetry #London
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EPITAPH ON A TYRANT By: W. H. Auden Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets. January 1939

I’m a fan of TfL’s #PoemsOnTheUnderground initiative, and this one—seen today on the Metropolitan Line—feels particularly poignant.

Epitaph on a tyrant by WH Auden

Today’s #poemsontheunderground
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Excerpt from English poet John Keats epic, Endymion. This image is taken from the online archive of “Poems on the Underground”, a wonderful collection of poetry covering many eras, subjects & genres. All the poems will have appeared on boards on train platforms &/or even displayed inside trains, a welcome bit of culture (and thoughtful - or thought-provoking - escape) amidst the depths of London’s vast Underground system.

Queen of Sweden Rose in full bloom - photo by my partner.

Free image of a willow tree overhanging a lily pond…This and the next picture We included to, hopefully, provide an example of the “quiet bower” of comfort to which Keats refers in his verse.

Free image of willow trees overhanging a pond…This We included to, hopefully, provide an example of the “quiet bower” to which Keats refers in his verse: the simple memory of Beauty seen, which can ever hold for us a place of comfort and ease in the darkest of times... ~ 💞

Another #poem best known for its 1st words, this is the opening verse to John #Keats epic Endymion. The lines which follow seem even more apt in these troubled, sorrowful times. #poetry #Beauty #comfort #Nature #solace ~💞

Poem from #PoemsOnTheUnderground
📸of #rose by my partner #willows free images

Pane by Anna Gilmore Heezeb No creature feels August's restlessness more I thought, than a housefly. Across the room it had taken a wrong turn from the syrupy sunshine outside. I watched it butt its head against the glass watched it beat against the window's smooth glass chest, wring its hands in bewilderment, try again, fall to the still, stunned, get up and do it again. Unable to watch its stubborn struggle anymore, I got a plastic cup, gently caught the little black firework before it fizzed itself out, watched it sink up into the sky like a coin in a public fountain. Perhaps God will guide me a few inches to the left too, I thought. When it was gone, I looked up through the branches and glimpsed blue.

New series of #poemsontheunderground is UP!

Always love to catch one of these in between all of the adverts for AI programs #poemsontheunderground

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Love bade me welcome. So lovely to find this on a busy #London tube train. @transportforlondon.bsky.social #poemsontheunderground

Ther is No Rose of Swych Virtu Visit the post for more.

Poem of the Day: Ther is No Rose of Swych Virtu by Sujata Bhatt. Look out for this with our other new Poems on the Underground on London Underground and Overground trains now! poemsontheunderground.org/ther-is-no-r...
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from Sidetracks Visit the post for more.

Poem of the Day from Sidetracks by Bei Dao translated by Jeffrey Yang Look out for this with the new set of Poems on the Underground on London Underground and Overground trains now! #Poetry #PoemsOnTheUnderground poemsontheunderground.org/new-poems-on... poemsontheunderground.org/from-sidetra...

This poem was displayed on a London tube carriage as part of Poems On The Underground initiative. The poems words: The Teapot That morning I heard the water being poured into a teapot. The noise was an ordinary, daily, cluffy sound. But all at once, I knew you loved me. An unheard-of-thing, love audible in water falling.

Making someone a cuppity is an act of love 🫖

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#Poemsontheunderground just posted their ‘Poem of the Day’: ‘And if I Speak of Paradise’ by #poet #RogerRobinson The #poem is such a gift!

#PoemsOnTheUnderground (or in this case, overground) has been doing sterling work this year. Thank you @TfL