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Five reasons why I like this poem.
Waking to the wind gusting the trees outside the window, I thought of Christina Rossetti.
The time has come. I can’t put it off another day.
There are old poems and there are new poems. But some of the new ones feel old and some of the old ones feel new.
How have I missed Louis MacNeice on minor poets until now?