What were they thinking of in the post-war
inland flat-vowelled stubbornness
of rationing, chilblains, queues for coal,
the making-do-and-mend, among the gaps
at Sunday tea, the radio’s hymns,
the keeping-the-garden-up, linoleum,
the clothes horse round the fire, to bring
their infant to the font and name her this?

D. A. Prince

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