May poem

A poem by Adam Zagajewski
To honour this great and compassionate poet who died in Poland on the 21 March 2021


Give me back my childhood,
republic of loquacious sparrows,
measureless thickets of nettles
and the timid wood owl’s nightly sobs.

Our street, empty on Sunday,
the red neo-Gothic church
that didn’t take kindly to mystics,
burdocks whispering in German,

and the alcoholic’s confession
before the altar of a white wall,
and stones, and rain, and puddles
in which gold glistened.

Now I’m sure that I’d know
how to be a child, I’d know
how to see the frost-covered trees,
how to live holding still.


Jehane Markham

Photo of Jehane Markham by Heini Schneebeli

Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.

Adrian Mitchell

Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's work... it made me cry.
Gillian Allnutt

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Jehane Markham
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