That morning she’d been heavy, tired

That morning she’d been heavy, tired, and slow to leave her bed and set about her daily chores scarce knowing what she did. She went forlornly round the room heedless of where or why, fiddled about with this and that, shifting things aimlessly. When suddenly she felt so strange as something in her moved and…

The Tale Won’t Be Ended

The Poetry of J.H. Leopold One of the earliest publications by the poet Jan Hendrik Leopold (1865-1925), the Scherzo sequence of 1894, contains a poem that at first sight appears a model of simplicity – by Leopold’s standards at least. Leopold has the reputation of being a difficult, not to say obscure poet; which is why…

Oh when I dead shall, dead shall be come then and whisper, whisper tenderly, my pale eyes shall I open to thee and no wonder will in me be. And no wonder will in me be — in this love death will only be a sleeping, sleeping quietly, a waiting for thee, a waiting for…