Conor Bowman (LLM 1989) is a Senior Counsel, as well as a successful writer and novelist. His evocative poem Cambridge, and everything else, is below.
Cambridge, and everything else
In that place all the church bells clamour calm,
and brink and distance meld to make frontier.
While Newton bolts the bridge of who I am,
the Tripos of Mankind draws ever near.
In coffee-houses, bookshops and in hearts,
the learning of the thing has just begun.
Down King’s Parade through Medicine, Science, Arts
the ghosts of Blunt and Philby lie undone.
The punts dance tired and restless in their chains.
St John sighs because Catharine’s out of sight.
Ryder & Amies’ window-full of names
shifts Liberal in the centre to the right.
The gargoyles watch the river as it flows.
The ducks fly west to Oxford when it snows.