Wednesday's newly discovered poetry

I never find the time to read poetry these days; and to enjoy and remember it, you have to read a lot. One of the many pleasures of sitting opposite the Spectator’s literary editors is being given recommended reading, built on more than 50 years of professional experience between them. Yesterday, Clare Asquith recommended I read Shelley’s The Mask of Anarchy, of which I’d heard but never read.

Written in the aftermath of the Peterloo Massacre in 1819, it has been described by political thinkers such as Paul Foot and Richard Holmes as the greatest political poem ever written in English. Having now read it, they’re not far wrong. It is savage in its contempt and virulent in its disgust. Here is an extract of Shelley at his most seditious:

Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Mask of Anarchy (1819)