Poem
Deryn Rees-Jones
After You Died
After You Died
After You Died
The night would not give in to me —or something inside me would not yield.
The great harness of love I was wearing
stiffened in my shoulders, was held like a bit
between my teeth.
Last night
I woke and the moon was there,
her old romance of self-reliance and inconstancy.
And though my children in their turn
woke up to frantic dreams, were held,
brought back to bed,
she was there, her face full with a fierce singing.
And the dark again became a place
of sleep, a wild thing cohabiting.
© 2010, Deryn Rees-Jones
From: Poetry Review: Off the Page
Publisher: Poetry Review, London
From: Poetry Review: Off the Page
Publisher: Poetry Review, London
Deryn Rees-Jones
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1968)
Deryn Rees-Jones was born in Liverpool in 1968. She read English for her undergraduate and Masters degrees at the University of Wales, Bangor. Her anthology Modern Women Poets (Bloodaxe, 2005) was widely praised and followed on from her doctoral research at Birkbeck College, University of London. Presently, Rees-Jones teaches at the University of Liverpool and is the co-founder of its centre fo...
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After You Died
The night would not give in to me —or something inside me would not yield.
The great harness of love I was wearing
stiffened in my shoulders, was held like a bit
between my teeth.
Last night
I woke and the moon was there,
her old romance of self-reliance and inconstancy.
And though my children in their turn
woke up to frantic dreams, were held,
brought back to bed,
she was there, her face full with a fierce singing.
And the dark again became a place
of sleep, a wild thing cohabiting.
From: Poetry Review: Off the Page
After You Died
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