Elizabeth Jennings Long Poems
- 1. Accepted
You are no longer young,
Nor are you very old.
There are homes where those belong.
You know you do not fit
... - 2. 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,
... - 3. Friday
We nailed the hands long ago,
Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted
For excitement's sake, we stood at the dusty edge
Of the pebbled path and watched the extreme of pain.
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