At what instant does the summer change?
What subtle chemistry of air
and sunlight on the clean and windsmooth sand?
The small birds at the water's edge -
yesterday they were not there.
So suddenly the magic door is shut,
the trio suddenly is done,
the clasped hands inexplicably apart;
however dear, however bright,
the road we traveled on is gone.
When Jane Tyson Clement died in March of 1991, hundreds of her poems were
uncovered in private notebooks. The few poems that traveled beyond her hands
during her lifetime were widely admired and drew critical acclaim.
In December 2000 the first comprehensive anthology of Clement's poetry will be
published: 'No One Can Stem the Tide'. Please visit
http://www.plough.com/JTC.
There are more poems on the website.
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