They are still on my shelves,
two books of modern English verse,
but since they date from my schooldays,
their modernity began with the post-Victorians,
and ended in the nineteen twenties –
can you imagine back so far?
I read them in the years when I was growing up,
years, as we slip into a new millennium,
I can only now assess and begin to understand.
A dreadful war won, but still haunting,
an economic blight, still smothering,
a yet more dreadful war, still threatening,
a sense of corporate guilt,
and social disillusionment
all too prevalent.
It is a wonder we...