Poem of the Month
I will be putting up a favourite piece, once a month, on this page.
This is my selection for March. 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.