Poetry for the Many: An Anthology

By Jeremy Corbyn, Len McCluskey and Karie Murphy

• A beautifully packaged hardback, modestly priced, makes a perfect gift for the holiday season.


• Wide renaissance of poetry, especially among young people.


• A compelling mixture of famous and lesser-known poems.


• High profile authors. Corbyn alone has 2.5 million Twitter followers.


• Guest contributors with large followings will join promotion: Ken Loach, Maxine Peake and Ben Okri all have substantial followings.


• Public performances across the UK featuring the authors and guests will be part of the promotion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: OR Books
• Release date: Nov 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9781682194348

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1770–1850)

Selected by Jeremy

I grew up in rural Wiltshire and have early memories, as a very young child, of flower-covered roadsides and fields. Then, when I was seven years old, we moved to Shropshire, where my childhood exploration of woods and meadows continued and with it a deep appreciation of the natural world and all its wonders.

I recall one of my teachers around that time had a keen appreciation for poetry and read aloud to us traditional, mainly English, poems. My mother enjoyed poetry, too. Though I didn’t realise it at the time, these powerful influences were key to developing a love of poetry that endures to this day.

The natural world has always been an inspiration for poets, whose work can not only express its beauty but also teach us about the threats of industrial pollution and the extraction of resources from the earth. Poems about nature can persuade people to live with, not despite, the natural world, in a way that lectures and speeches never can.

William Wordsworth was no radical revolutionary, but by simply describing daffodils in his famous poem ‘I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud’, he conveys a strong message advocating for environmental sustainability. The second verse is particularly beautiful, but it should be read as part of the whole poem.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

If—

RUDYARD KIPLING (1865–1936)

Selected by Len

Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If—’ is frequently voted the nation’s favourite poem. I have great affection for it, in part because it makes me think of my dad, who first drew it to my attention and recited it to me when I was a youngster. He felt a special connection to one of the verses and its description of ‘pitch-and-toss’:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss

My father told me of his experiences in Belfast’s Harland and Wolff shipyard. He was working in Liverpool repairing a ship and followed the vessel to Northern Ireland to finish the job. He recounted the huge gatherings that would assemble on a Sunday in a field near the shipyard, gambling on pitch-and-toss. Big, strong men lashed out with their studded belts to keep the circled crowd in order and prevent anyone encroaching onto the playing area. For me, the story evoked an image of working men trying to escape the drudgery of life while seeking a bit of extra money. And, of course, the consequences for their family when they lost. Gambling, I found out when I was a teenager, is not a good thing when it gets out hand. Fortunately, with a little help from my friends, I was able to sidestep its pitfalls.

The poem’s different verses have a specific meaning to many people, hence its popularity. The lines I can especially relate to are certainly applicable to Jeremy as well:

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

[…]

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating

As for the poet, well, sometimes it’s necessary to live with the disappointment of discovering that an artist one loves is less admirable than their work. Take Salvador Dalí for instance. He is one of my favorite painters. I remember being particularly struck by his masterpiece, Christ of Saint John of the Cross, that hangs in Scotland’s Kelvingrove Museum where it is admired by countless Glaswegians and visitors from all over the world. It was only subsequently that I found out that, though Dalí dallied with the Communist Party in his home country of Spain, he also became friends with the fascist leader General Franco. I’ve come to accept that one can admire a work of art without feeling the same affection for its creator. For me, that distinction also occurs with Kipling. He was born in India in the days of the Raj and was, from all accounts, a misogynist and racist. His views on Ireland were outrageous. It was a disappointment to discover these facts, but it also led me to learn more about the colonial attitudes created by the British