“Muddy” first appeared here in 2016. Looking at the state of British politics, and the world in general, I feel impelled to share this poem again.
I will forsake
Refuge in my study,
Among poets who speak
Words that endure beyond a week.
I shall sit listening to birdsong.
Summer days willimperceptibly turn
Into Autumn. I shall the world spurn
For Keat’s Nightingale.