IAIN Crichton Smith, who was himself a schoolteacher, ruminates on the fate of old school text-books and jotters (many a loft must be full of them!). The piece is in his New Collected Poems (Carcanet, £18.95).

THE OLD SCHOOL BOOKS

Do you remember

the old text books

the old jotters

that we used to have?

What has happened to them?

I cannot understand it.

In those days they were so confident

telling us about countries

about electricity, about Latin,

each reflected the other.

They were like marble

they were like commandments,

they were so dull and

So deadly accurate.

They were like our elders

old and grey and dull

standing so foursquare

against our skyline.

In them no scent of roses,

In them no scent at all,

as green as arsenic,

Linoleum acres.

And now they have gone away

not even buried

They have gone to some attic

beyond our frontiers.

Like old film stars

like those who have once been famous

they are lying in old rooms

with their outdated message.