This week's poem is by Cicely Herbert, who is still alive (thus the poem is still within copyright). She's one of the originators of the Poems on the Underground program, and one of the POTU books is where I found it.
The line of laminated poems is growing along the wall, week by week. Poems coming out from inside the covers of books, and being around for students to read, think, ponder. It's one of those things you do in teaching, a stone tossed into a pond and you may never know where all the ripples travel, or who they touch. You need a certain optimism, to be a teacher, a willingness to work without some of the more direct rewards of commerce. You may never fully know what, or if, you have achieved, by programs such as this. If, however, the alternative is to not try at all, then that is sadder by far.
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