Room number 52
Table, chairs, bookshelves and a bed
Student cell overolooking
Finely cut green lawns
Northern red-brick University
Oh, Brave New World
Free love art poerty
An angry young man
Brain fired by word and paint
And those solemn pretty girls
A faded memory
Only the signed accolade
And a legacy of self-doubt
All that’s left
But ‘all’s as it should be’
the poet said
