Watching the MeetJoan Arden [Milly Jourdain]The air is still so new and fresh and cold,It makes a warm excitement in our heartsTo drive beside the sad and lonely fields.And now we see a wider space of roadWhere groups of horsemen moving restlesslyAre waiting for the quiet-footed hounds.The hounds come swiftly, covering the wayLike foaming water surging round our feet.And then with cries and sound of cracking whipsAll, all are gone: the distant beat of hoofsLike trailing smoke of dreams, comes fitfullyTo tell how near they were a moment past.But we see only winter trees again,And turning homewards meet a drifting rain.Update: Well, I wrote the review at manic speed, in the space of three hours. Now I don't know what to do with it. Who publishes reviews of obscure, out-of-print poetry collections? I'll send it to you to read, however, if you'd like to see it.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Received Milly Jourdain's poems in the mail, and they are breaking my heart. More anon, because I am writing a review of them. Somebody has to. But I'll give you a poem: