World’s End Pub, Royal Mile, Edinburgh.
It’s been prettified
Raw rock from Edinburgh’s past gnarled
And chipped to offset the gaudy, uniform leather-
Opposite is The World’s End pub;
You were debating imagery then the Gulf War
That was when I was here last and I saw you last.
An undergraduate when I read your introduction to
Great Expectations-held in its Penguin casing
Bitter comments over malt, I think, now
In Fife-everywhere (nae Morningside) how
Dickensian food banks grow like a shine on Eton
I drink up and heid for the book launch.
Angus Calder, Historian, Critic, Poet 5.02.42-5.06.08