haslingfleld

Updated: May 24, 2025

Writing in a Berlin café, he says: Here tulips bloom as they are told; Unkempt about those hedges blows An English unofficial rose; And there the unregulated sun Slopes down to rest when day is done, And wakes a vague unpunctual star, A slippered Hesper; and there are Meads toward Haslingfleld and Coton Where das Betreten's not verboten.... Oh, is the water sweet and cool, Gentle and brown, above the pool?

William Lyon Phelps - The Advance of English Poetry in the Twentieth Century