I’d read a few poems by John Betjeman before, but not this collection, despite it having sat on my shelf for ages. It proved worth the wait - I kept wishing I could ask him about certain lines and observations. I wouldn’t normally read a poetry collection straight through, preferring instead to dip in; however, this one includes several poems that link to those before them, and Betjeman’s nostalgia for a changing England is evident throughout. He writes about a country with fewer cars, quieter roads, and hedgerows full of life. Collected Poems (1st published in 1958) stands out for its distinct voice and sense of place, moving easily between the playful, the comedic, and the reflective. Betjeman has a knack for noticing details others might miss, and bringing them to life in a quietly insightful way.