Completely utterly beautiful. Thank you so much.

Thank you. That's so beautiful.

The much-loved Spike Milligan?

Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.

A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

This, by Sheenagh Pugh, was in Poems on the [London] Underground in the eighties. A helpful reminder in these dark days:

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

I took great pleasure as a child in the sixties, memorising a version of this, and a few others, from 'Verse and Worse'.

It still springs into my head every so often.

Oh lovely. I looked it up. Thank you!

Late autumn and winter, these lines of Frost's come frequently to mind:

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

Magical.

And there's this. Two former Tory PMs, Johnson & Truss, with Farage, partying together. Three greedy people. Deluded, selfish, right wing liars and racists - who broke Britain's economy, but they're still laughing all the way to the bank.

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