Includes favourites Naomi Mitchison's "Spring", and Dekker's "Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?". It is a familiar theme in poetry (eg: Bunyan's "He that is down needs fear no fall" and Pope's "Happy the man whose wish and care") but it does resonate with me. I’m far from being a minimalist (“Haven’t you got enough ornaments?” a friend once said half-jokingly), but I find there are lots of things I can quite happily do without. In the current time of coronavirus lockdown, that’s probably just as well.

disbound. t.p. and some pages wanting. ( )