Just watched a short film about T.S. Eliot in Compayne Gardens in West Hampstead. Eliot was the first poet I ever read. I'm not sure I understood much but i liked the sound of it. I liked street lamps muttering and so on. During the Festival of Britain my father dated a young woman who lived in Compayne Gardens. Several decades later I did as well, but I ended up, I am delighted to say, married to her.
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/j2djYi63PtE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Join 213 other awesome people who subscribe to new posts on this blog.