Your name Has a taste

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Your name

Has a taste.

All names do.

Regardless of people

Who wear

And tear them

To bits-

At times.

Yours tastes of

Grapefruit,

Almonds

And tea,

Earl Grey,

With a tinge

Of tears.

It tastes of

Regrets,

Of ambition

And hopes,

Of good old

Victorian charm.

Of old universities

And ancient books,

But

Most of all-

Thames

And unrest.

It tastes

Of romance,

Of brave,

Shining knights,

Of gardens

With roses a-bloom,

It tastes

Of tweed jackets

And court room,

And ink,

And cricket-

But mostly,

Of pain.

It sounds

As an echo

Of days long ago,

Each letter

Ringing in tune.

Woven from

Memories,

And shadows,

And words

That are no longer

Your own.

Your name

Has a taste.

The English one.

So ancient,

And noble and true.

I wish that

The name

Could be used

As a shield

Against all the evils,

Don't you?..