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This poem is taken from PN Review 189, Volume 36 Number 1, September - October 2009.

The Journal of Lily Lloyd Neil Powell

Photograph of R.M.S. Balmoral Castle

Inserted here, a sepia photograph:
‘R.M.S. Balmoral Castle’. There they are:
Lily, in her crumpled fur-trimmed coat and hat
decorated as if with fancy icing,
beams with ingenuous goodness; meanwhile Jack,
in military cap and greatcoat, smiles wryly,
with deep-set eyes, broad nose and semaphore ears.
He looks like me. We meet, after ninety years.


In memoriam D.D.P. 1922-2008

1

The last day of October 1919:
Waterloo Station: not feeling excited,
sort of feeling all upside-down. Quite a crowd
to see us off. In the train to Southampton,
a dear little Scotch boy who’d been to visit
his granny in Scotland and was very pleased
...


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