February poem
PARADELLE FOR KEATS
Keats, that room in Rome where you died
Keats, that room in Rome where you died
Was full of melancholy like an empty dairy
Was full of melancholy like an empty dairy
Rome was full. You melancholy, in an empty dairy
Like that room where Keats died.
The second floor of a strawberry pink house
The second floor of a strawberry pink house
Overlooking the square, the rusty palm trees
Overlooking the square, the rusty palm trees
A rusty pink, the second house, looking over
The square floor of the strawberry palm trees.
Whisper to me a secret feeling
Whisper to me a secret feeling
The blood from your lungs is breaking up
The blood from your lungs is breaking up
A secret is breaking, the lungs whisper up to me
Feeling from your blood.
You died in Rome, the second floor of
A pink house, over a square of melancholy.
Looking up, feeling an empty room,
The blood was like a strawberry breaking from your
Rusty lungs. The secret dairy, the palm trees
Whisper to me, where is that Keats?
from Thirty Poems Rough Winds 2004
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
To contact
Jehane Markham
please email
jm@jehanemarkham.co.uk
Norfolk house: Mary MacCarthy
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An evening of Poetry with Dinah Livingstone and Jehane Markham
11 March at 7.30
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SIXTEEN SUNSETS
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