I've just got a new book second hand from judd books, Russell Square way. Vladimir Holan penguin modern poets. The former owner, clearly an elderly communist, now dead, has left handwritten notes, typed pages of other Holan poems and a postcard from czechoslovakia, looks like it's '70s or early '80s. Feel privileged to have inherited this book and the ephemera that came with it. I think you, you might get something out of it?
This world that doesn't exist any more. Even the fact that penguin would publish a modern European poets series. And these old internationalist communists, outward looking, curious, high-minded, deeply serious and engaged.