Adrian Henri was a British poet and painter, best remembered as the founder of poetry-rock group The Liverpool Scene and as one of three poets in the best-selling anthology The Mersey Sound, along with Brian Patten and Roger McGough . The trio of Liverpool poets came to prominence in that city's Merseybeat zeitgeist of the 1960s and 1970s. He was described by Edward Lucie-Smith in British Poetry since 1945 as the "theoretician" of the three. His characterisation of popular culture in verse helped to widen the audience for poetry among 1960s British youth. He was influenced by the French Symbolist school of poetry and surrealist art.
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Adrian Henri Poems
Love is... Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday, Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road, Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews, Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and
In the Midnight Hour
When we meet in the midnight hour country girl I will bring you night flowers
Any Prince To Any Princess
August is coming and the goose, I'm afraid, is getting fat.
Warm your feet at the sunset Before we go to bed Read your book by the light of Orion With Sirius guarding your head
Adrian Henri's Last Will and Testament
`No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a Fryingpan owns death.' William Burroughs
Tonight at Noon (for Charles Mingus and ...
Tonight at noon Supermarkets will advertise 3d EXTRA on everything Tonight at noon Children from happy families will be sent to live in a home
if you weren't you, who would you like to be? Paul McCartney Gustav Mahler Alfred Jarry John Coltrane
Song for a Beautiful Girl Petrolpump At...
I wanted your soft verges But you gave me the hard shoulder..
I Want To Paint
I I want to paint 2000 dead birds crucified on a background of night
Song of Affluence or I Wouldn't Leave My...
I wouldn't leave my little 8roomed house for you I've got one missus and I don't want two
The New `Our Times' (for Mix Fénéon)
At 3 p.m. yesterday, a Mr Adolphus Edwards, a Jamaican immigrant, was pecked to death by a large Bronze Eagle in Upper Parliament St. A U.S. State Dept. spokesman said later, `We have no comment to make as of this time.'
Poem in Memoriam T. S. Eliot
I'd been out the night before & hadn't seen the papers or the telly & the next day in a café someone told me you were dead And it was as if a favourite distant uncle had died
Love Poem/Colour Supplement
It was our first great war And after the first successful sortie Into the nomansgland between her thighs We waited anxiously every month
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Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don't put out the light
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you're feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly ...