Top 3 Elizabeth Jennings Quotes

Poets work upon and through each other.

It was a yellow voice, a high, shrill treble in the nursery White always and high, I remember it so, White cupboard, off-white table, mugs, dolls’ faces And I was four or five. The garden could have been Miles away. We were taken down to the green Asparagus beds, the cut lawn, and the smell of it Comes each summer after rain when white returns. Our bird, A canary called Peter, sang behind bars. The black and white cat Curled and snoozed by the fire and danger was far away.

When I re-read my past work I can see a development to such an effect, indeed, that some of them no longer seem to be any part of me.