No room for mourning

Over at my futures blog the next wave I’ve written a post about our changing relationship to the land, partly based on some reflections about my grandfather prompted by a recent walk in Wales.

When he died I wanted to read Sidney Keyes’ elegy for William Wordsworth at his funeral (it’s an astonishingly accomplished poem for a man who was killed in action short of his 21st birthday). But in a pre-internet age we couldn’t find it in time. So here it is in his memory now.


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