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Слушать(AI)The Plansters Vision
Cut down that timber!
Bells, too many and strong,
Pouring their music through the branches bare,
From moon-white church-towers down the windy
Have pealed the centuries out with Evensong.
Remove those cottages, a huddled throng!
Too many babies have been born in there,
Too many coffins, bumping down the stair,
Carried the old their garden paths along.
I have a Vision of The Future, chum,
The worker's flats in fields of soya
Tower up like silver pencils, score on score:
And Surging Millions hear the Challenge
From microphones in communal canteens"No Right!
No wrong!
All's perfect, evermore."
Sir John Betjeman
Sir John Betjeman CBE (/ˈbɛtʃəmən/; 28 August 1906 – 19 May 1984) was an English poet, writer, and broadcaster. He was Poet Laureate from 1972 u
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