"For me, poetry is always a search for order.'' – Elizabeth Jennings
British poet Jennings, born in July of 1926, won many awards for her “orderly” poems, which as it often turns out were anything but. She won acclaim for her lyric style including the prestigious Somerset Maugham Award for her second book of poetry A Way of Looking, and the W.H. Smith Literary Award for her 1987 Collected Works - both enjoyable and thoughtful reads.
For Saturday’s Poem, here is Jennings’
In A Garden
When the gardener has gone, this garden
Looks wistful and seems waiting an event.
It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden
And even more so since the gardener went,
Quietly godlike, but of course, he had
Not made me promise anything and I
Had no one tempting me to make the bad
Choice.
Yet I still felt lost and wonder why?
Yet I still felt lost and wonder why?
Even the beech tree from next door which shares
Its shadow with me, seemed a kind of
threat.
Everything was too neat, and someone cares
In the wrong way.
I need not have stood long
I need not have stood long
Mocked by the smell of a mown lawn, and
yet
I did.
Sickness for Eden was so strong.
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