In Darkest London Poem by A. P. Herbert

In Darkest London



The lights are up in Athens and in Rome:
But Liberty does not begin at home.
The Parthenon is free, and that is grand:
But when will it be safe to cross the Strand?
October 22, 1944

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A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert

Ashtead, Surrey
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