Elizabeth Jennings was an English poet who won the Arts Council of Great Britain Prize for the best first book of poems for Poems in 1953. She was incredibly prolific and returned time and time again to themes of love, death, and religion. She is remembered today as a “traditionalist” known for her use of structure, meter, and rhyme.
‘A Chorus’ celebrates the myriad ways the divine manifests its presence in the world around us, whether through human interaction or nature.
Over the surging tides and the mountain kingdoms,
Over the pastoral valleys and the meadows,
Over the cities with their factory darkness,
Over the lands where peace is still a power,
‘In a Mental Hospital Sitting-Room’ depicts the languid solitude experienced by patients who’ve more hope for a distraction than a recovery.
Too many people cry, too many hide
And stare into themselves. I am afraid
There are no life-belts here on which to fasten.
‘Absence’ explores grief’s solitude, contrasting unchanged scenes with internal turmoil, capturing the stark reality of loss.
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
‘A Way of Looking’ by Elizabeth Jennings explores the peculiar but often unnoticed ways our perception is guided by more than what is objectively observed.
It is the association after all
We seek, we would retrace our thoughts to find
The thought of which this landscape is the image,
Then pay the thought and not the landscape homage.
‘The Annunciation’ is a deeply thoughtful depiction of the moment Mary learned she’d carry the son of God.
Nothing will ease the pain to come
Though now she sits in ecstasy
And lets it have its way with her.
The angel’s shadow in the room
In ‘Letter from Assisi,’ Jennings contrasts Assisi’s silence with her deep homesickness, finding loneliness instead of the peace she was promised.
Here you will find peace, they said,
Here where silence is so wide you hear it,
Where every church you enter is a kind
Continuing of thought,
‘A Requiem’ explores the paradox of funeral grief, questioning the sincerity of mourning rituals and personal emotions.
It is the ritual not the fact
That brings a held emotion to
Its breaking-point. This man I knew
Only a little, by his death
‘A World Of Light’ flips dark/light symbolism, exploring inner turmoil and peace through vivid imagery and introspective depth.
Yes when the dark withdrew I suffered light And saw the candles heave beneath the wax,
I watched the shadow of my old self dwindle
As softly on my recollection stole
A mood the senses could not touch or damage,
‘About These Things’ explores silence and fear, revealing the poet’s struggle with expressing deep, personal vulnerabilities.
About these things I always shall be dumb.
Some wear their silences as more than dress,
As more than skin deep. I bear mine like some
‘Admonition’ by Elizabeth Jennings describes how one should maintain control over their own life rather than designate their responsibilities to others.
Signing a paper puts off
Your responsibilities.
Trust rather your own distress
‘Answers’ by Elizabeth Jennings describes how one speaker compartmentalizes the big questions and answers in life in the back of her mind.
I keep my answers small and keep them near;
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bulwark to my fear.
‘At Noon’ reflects on human insignificance and God’s omnipotence, yearning for peace in the eternal cycle of creation.
I stare straight through the words and find again
A world that has no need of me
‘Chinese Art’ by Jennings shows the growth from influenced views to appreciating art’s depth independently.
I came to your city, I walked the path you took
And imagine your loneliness in the days you spent without me
‘Delay’ muses on love’s timing through starlight, capturing the beauty and tragedy of love that arrives too late or goes unseen.
Glitters up there my eyes may never see,
And so the time lag teases me with how
‘Father to Son’ explores the rift and yearning for connection across a generation gap, revealing deep familial complexities.
I do not understand this child
Though we have lived together now
In the same house for years.