Ppetry Corner by Reg Starkey
From a Shropshire Lad
by A. E. Housman
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
Three short verses from two of my favourite poets. Housman was gay - at a time when homosexuality was ‘the love that cannot speak its name’. Wendy Cope, from her poetry, comes across as enthusiastically heterosexual. Declaring her love for a dead gay poet, like this, is bound to make her readers smile! p
Another Unfortunate Choice
by Wendy Cope
I think I am in love with A. E. Housman, Which puts me in a worse-than-usual fix. No woman ever stood a chance with Housman And he’s been dead since 1936.
Health Focus in this month is all about travel