Lockdown is a time for forced jollity and virtual audience participation. We're all being bombarded with demands to take part in nominating our favourite films, music, poetry and, for all I know, Brexit and Boris lies. It's usually friends asking which makes it awkward to decline (though a few have done so when I've passed on requests). Some of us have done our bit of bombarding.
For poetry I let down my trade of journalism and - because I don't actually know many poems - offered Humbert Wolfe's Victorian lines, which always raise a smile:
You cannot hopeto bribe or twist,
thank God! the
But, seeing what
the man will do
no occasion to