Poems by Elizabeth Jennings
Delay
... And so the time lag teases me with howLove that loves now may not reach me until ...
In a Garden
... And even more so since the gardener went,Quietly godlike, but of course, he had ...
One Flesh
... Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold ...
Absence
... Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended, ...
Friday
... Of the pebbled path and watched the extreme of pain ...
In Memory of Anyone Unknown to Me
... They are gone. Simply because they were human, I admire ...
Accepted
... Not knowing false from true,Means you have liberty ...
Answers
... Big answers striving for their overthrowAnd all the great conclusions coming near ...
A Chorus
... In hopes fulfilled or forgotten, in promisesKept, in the resignation of old men - ...
A Performance Of Henry V At Stratford-Upon-Avon
... Our study, school-room, house where mercy isDispensed with justice ...
The Enemies
... Old friends Close up the candid looks upon their face ...
Friends
... Like me much more than all the rest, ...
