- Paperback: 220 pages
- Publisher: Carcanet Press Ltd; New edition edition (1 Jan. 1987)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0856357219
- ISBN-13: 978-0856357213
- Product Dimensions: 1.9 x 14 x 22.2 cm
- Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars See all reviews (7 customer reviews)
- Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 420,526 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
Elizabeth Jennings. Collected Poems 1953 - 1985 Paperback – 1 Jan 1987
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Top Customer Reviews
sad it wasn't the case to start with.
But thanks for sorting it
She often reserves the punch (and the telling rhyme) until the last two lines, making many of her shorter poems little ephiphanies of the everyday. She's not a million miles away from both Auden and Larkin, though without Larkin's bitterness or Auden's intertextuality; her poems can be enjoyed for themselves, without broad knowledge of The Tradition (or The Canon), though her fierce intelligence shines through every line, and a Jennings revival must surely be on the cards.
Many lines will already be familiar to you - 'Lying apart now, each in separate beds...', 'I have come into the hour of a white healing...', 'We pick at quarrels now...', 'So much of power is put into my hand...' - these words have a quiet resonation with many people who say they have not read any Jennings.
Deeply satisfying, hugely insightful, these really are poems 'of the human condition', expressing joy, loneliness, grief, regret, love, empathy and loss, with a very British dignity and reserve lending a calming restraint to the lyricism inherant the language.
'... not a Complete Poems. It contains all the work which I still hope is worth preserving...'