About the poet
Alan Brownjohn (b. 1931) grew up in London and was educated at Merton College, Oxford. He worked...
A Winter Elegy
i.m. Erzsebet Adam, Teatrul National
A valley outside town. Winter. Earth. Stone.
Today Time’s judgement holds, that you lie here
In a dark portion of his chest which none
Save he will guard; and let no light shine near,
Unless some hand contrive to oversway
His power with such strong actions as I think
Might flower in summer, on a lovelier day,
In written lines, in bright, enduring ink.
Then would you live, and all your fairest parts
Be so remembered beyond boundless seas
For the rarest jewels, inside all loving hearts
Hidden away from Time’s foul jealousies.
Let these words serve as Prologue to an act
Cruel Time shall envy when it is a fact.
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