I picked this up before the pandemic hit (or at least before we knew it was hitting). I am sure that I have read A.E. Housman before. I didn’t read it for a while, but it has been something I have been keeping nearby lately and reading from. I even read it to my little one during dinner (poem XVII, which opens with a stanza about football [which I changed to ‘soccer’ when I read it my little soccer fan]).
Best in small doses, though. He was so deeply saddened that it’s hard to read a lot at once. I tried to explain to her about the losses of the First World War and a homosexuality he could not safely express.