David Green

David Green (Books) is the imprint under which I publish booklets of my own poems, when there are sufficient of them. Apart from that, the website has become what it is. I hope you find at least some of it worthwhile.

Sunday, 1 October 2017

Letters to the Editor



Letters to the Editor

It might not matter much to you
but it does to them, somewhere deep
in the terrifying suburbs.
They have a point but not a point
that matters except to the few
obsessed with irregular verbs
or folk music, the life of St.
Jerome or tips on how to keep

tropical fish. All human life
is there. Even at this late stage
new ideas about Shakespeare
are waved away by those whose game
it is as if taken aback, as if
it had been an offence to hear
such mischief. But there were our names
on the TLS letters page.

All that fatal erudition,
all that careful wit and wisdom,
typeset so that those who care to
can read what such dilletantes
offer the human condition,
all the sins that flesh is heir to,
throughout the clement home counties,
further and beyond the kingdom.