That cold winter evening
The fire would not draw,
And the whole family hung
Over the dismal grate
Things tell less and less:
The news impersonal
And from afar; no book
Worth wrenching off the shelf.
Between the Gardening and the Cookery
Comes the brief Poetry shelf;
By the Nonesuch Donne, a thin anthology
Do this. Don't move. O'Grady says do this,
You get a move on, see, do what I say.
Look lively when I say O'Grady says.