Author: Elizabeth Jennings

At this particular time I have no one Particular person to grieve for, though there must Be many, many unknown […]

The radiance of the star that leans on me Was shining years ago. The light that now Glitters up there […]

Over the surging tides and the mountain kingdoms, Over the pastoral valleys and the meadows, Over the cities with their […]

When the gardener has gone this garden Looks wistful and seems waiting an event. It is so spruce, a metaphor […]

Nature teaches us our tongue again And the swift sentences came pat. I came Into cool night rescued from rainy […]

You are no longer young, Nor are you very old. There are homes where those belong. You know you do […]

Lying apart now, each in a separate bed, He with a book, keeping the light on late, She like a […]

We nailed the hands long ago, Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted For excitement’s sake, we stood […]