Guest poem sent in by Vikram Doctor
(Poem #249) Delay
The radiance of the star that leans on me Was shining years ago. The light that now Glitters up there my eyes may never see, And so the time lag teases me with how Love that loves now may not reach me until Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful And love arrived may find us somewhere else.
Nothing much to add to the simplicity of this poem except to say, sadly, that I have found it to be true. Its from the Poems On The Underground anthology, which is a really nice one. The Poems On The Underground scheme aims to put short poems in public places. It has worked brilliantly in London, and got very positive responses. Maybe one day they'll get around to doing something like this in the Bombay suburban trains... I don't have any biographical details on Elizabeth Jennings, except that she was born in 1926 and has lived most of her life in Oxford. Writes nice literate balanced poetry. [Check out <[broken link] http://www.rcc.ait.ac.th/staff/suman/ElizabethJennings.html> for a brief biography and assessment - m.]