I, Christopher Logue, was baptized the year
Many thousands of Englishmen,
Fists clenched, their bellies empty,
Walked day and night on the capital city.


"The Song of Autobiography", from Songs (London: Hutchinson, 1959) p. 12.


I, Christopher Logue, was baptized the year Many thousands of Englishmen, Fists clenched, their bellies empty, Walked day and night on the capital...

I, Christopher Logue, was baptized the year Many thousands of Englishmen, Fists clenched, their bellies empty, Walked day and night on the capital...

I, Christopher Logue, was baptized the year Many thousands of Englishmen, Fists clenched, their bellies empty, Walked day and night on the capital...

I, Christopher Logue, was baptized the year Many thousands of Englishmen, Fists clenched, their bellies empty, Walked day and night on the capital...