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Poem of the Month

I will be putting up a favourite piece, once a month, on this page.

This is my selection for December

 

 

Absence by Elizabeth Jennings

 

 

I visited the place where we last met.

Nothing was changed the gardens were well-tended,

The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet;

There was no sign that anything had ended

And nothing to instruct me to forget.

 

The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees,

Singing an ecstasy I could not share,

Played cunning in my thoughts.

Surely in these pleasures there could not be a pain to bear

Or any discord shake the level breeze.

 

It was because the place was just the same

That made your absence seem a savage force,

For under all the gentleness there came an earthquake tremor:

Fountain, birds and grass were shaken by my thinking of your name.