John Jeffreys - Poem for End

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So the last poem is laid flat in its place
And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my face
Elizabethans and night-working thoughts -- of such grace

And all the dawns that set my thoughts new to making;
Or Crickley dusk that the beech leaves stirred to shaking
Are put aside -- there is a book ended; heart aching

Joy and sorrow, and all thoughts a poet thinks
Walking or turning to music; the wrought out links
Of fancy to fancy -- by Severn or by Artois brinks

Only what's false in this, blood itself would not save
Sweat would not heighten -- the dead Master in his grave
Would my true following of him, my care approve

And morе than he, I paid the prices of lifе
Standing where Rome immortal heard October's strife
A war poet whose right of honour cuts falsehood like a knife

War poet -- his right is of nobler steel -- the careful sword --
And night walker will not suffer of praise the word
From the sleepers; the custom-followers, the dead lives unstirred

Only, who thought of England as two thousand years
Must keep of today's life, the proper anger and fears
England that was paid for by building and ploughing and tears

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John Jeffreys

John Jeffreys (1927-2010) was born to Welsh parents in Thanet, Kent, and composed very much in a traditional English pastoral vein. Unable to receive much recognition in the 1970s, he destroyed much of his music and worked as a garden designer for council housing, writing a couple of books on the subject. However, in the following decade, he found a tape of his works and was able to reconstruct some of his music.