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This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 4 Number 4, 1975.

Three Poems Elizabeth Jennings


THREE

I am the sharer coming on the scene
When you are waiting in the sinking light.
I am the aptitude of what has been,
The little city drawing from your sight.

Your landscape darkens. I have pulled the shade.
Three of us wait, a trio silent as
We watch each other terribly afraid.
A kind wind whispers through our speechlessness.

One turns aside. The other two don't speak.
There is a threat but no one dares to say
That silence is a sign that they are weak.
If I speak first, who is it I betray?


WORDS FOR JUDAS

Take back the thirty pieces. Let me sit
Again and talk and eat. Didn't you choose
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