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http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/books/poetry/article3778989.ece

http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-et-muse18apr18,1,2913635.story





Inspiration to Sir John Betjeman, joins him in death, twenty-three or so years after..*

A Subaltern’s Love-song

Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn,
Furnish’d and burnish’d by Aldershot sun,
What strenuous singles we played after tea,
We in the tournament—you against me !

Love-thirty, love-forty, oh ! weakness of joy,
The speed of a swallow, the grace of a boy,
With carefullest carelessness, gaily you won,
I am weak from your loveliness, Joan Hunter Dunn.







*--details, of the romance, in last of the series of posts…(maybe)--
 

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Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
How mad I am, sad I am, glad that you won,
The warm-handled racket is back in its press,
But my shock-headed victor, she loves me no less,

Her father’s euonymus shines as we walk,
And swing past the summer-house, buried in talk,
And cool the verandah that welcomes us in
To the six-o’clock news and a lime-juice and gin.
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The scent of the conifers, sound of the Bath,
The view from my bedroom of moss-dappled path,
As I struggle with double-end evening tie,
For we dance at the Golf Club, my victor and I.

On the floor of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts
And the cream-coloured walls are be-trophied with sports,
And westering, questioning settles the sun
On your low-headed window, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.
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The Hillman is waiting, the light’s in the hall,
The pictures of Egypt are bright on the wall,
My sweet, I am standing beside the oak stair
And there on the landing’s the light on your hair.

By roads “not adopted”, by woodlanded ways,
She drove to the club in the late summer haze,
Into nine-o’clock Camberley, heavy with bells
And mushroomy, pine-woody, evergreen smells.
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Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
I can hear from the car-park the dance has begun.
Oh ! full Surrey twilight ! importunate band !
Oh ! strongly adorable tennis-girl’s hand !

Around us are Rovers and Austins afar,
Above us, the intimate roof of the car,
And here on my right is the girl of my choice,
With the tilt of her nose and the chime of her voice,
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And the scent of her wrap, and the words never said,
And the ominous, ominous dancing ahead.
We sat in the car park till twenty to one
And now I’m engaged to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.
transcribed from
John Betjeman Collected Poems
c.1971
 

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She...married another. She met the fellow she married in the same year Betjeman wrote his most famous poem: A Sub-altern's love song, and moved with her husband to Zimbabwe. Betjeman married, became poet-laureate...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Betjeman
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