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Martin Green

Martin Green formerly a London publisher, now rusticates, for writing purposes, in Warwickshire.

Poem: ‘Heritage’

Martin Green, 7 August 1980

Stockport, Cheshire; Heath Street, Hampstead, A basement off the Gray’s Inn Road; Coram Fields, the Foundling Hospital, My father dressed like a gipsy Sawing his cello in Lyon’s Corner House, Grandpa with the Sunday joint And a trip to the gods at Sadler’s Wells On Saturday afternoons. This was my heritage; And many demonstrations, An infant revolutionary wheeled in a pram...

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