In Memory Of Jane Fraser

When snow like sheep lay in the fold
And wind went begging at each door,
And the far hills were blue with cold,
And a cloud shroud lay on the moor,

by Geoffrey Hill Click to read full poem

Comments about In Memory Of Jane Fraser

Adeeb Alfateh 18 Jul 2019 06:28
She kept the siege. And every day We watched her brooding over death Like a strong bird above its prey. The room filled with the kettle's breath. Damp curtains glued against the pane Sealed time away. Her body froze As if to freeze us all, and chain Creation to a stunned repose. loving memory love; great 10++++++++++++++++++++
Saranyan Saranyan 08 Feb 2012 07:06
wonderful and interesting...
Clark Shattuck 04 May 2009 04:40
I agree with Neil Young, brilliant. But I wish there was some expository preface re: Jane Fraser. I'm assuming she was, among other things, a victim of poverty, not able to pay her utility bill?
Neil Young 28 Nov 2008 04:21
This poem is perfect. The choice of words, imagery and measured pace exude brilliance. I have read several other poems of Geoffrey Hill featured in the British Poetry Since 1945 collection. I will be reading more...
Simone Inez Harriman 15 Oct 2005 08:02
Love this one Geoffrey. So well done thank you much enjoyed.
Faith Elizabeth Brigham 15 Oct 2005 07:40
A very sad poem extremely well written...magnificant job!