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.
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a great poem
From guest sonam (contact)
it is a great poem especially if reading a poem makes you cry then this is the poem that would make you cry and let you read over and over again..... -
From guest jay trevis niblack (contact)
Didn't Roger McGough of Liverpool Poets fame use the same phrase -- Because the place was just the same It made your absence more.... -
I like this poem, it has a sense of sadness about the way the world goes on no matter what happens. This is beautifully put in a way Jennings does so well.
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I've read this several times and have had it bookmarked for quite some time, though the OP bookmarks aren't always reliable
Anyway - I like this. I do look forward to reading more of her writing.
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