Gavin Ewart (1916 – 1995)
Prolific British poet known for his witty and sometimes unsettling treatments of unlikely subjects.
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Everything was twice repeated,
Sometimes more than twice repeated,
As they worked through the agenda
(It seemed elastic, that agenda,
Becoming longer, never shorter),
Their utterances grew long, not shorter,
It was just like spreading butter.
Miss Twye was soaping her breasts in the bath
When she heard behind her a meaning laugh
And to her amazement she discovered
A wicked man in the bathroom cupboard.
My life may be much happier to-morrow
Hunger and love that press against the body,
The two eternal needs we recognise,
Desires that so relentlessly pursue one,
May get me down or raise me to the skies
And make me a Don Bradman or Don Juan.
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