Lyr Add: Jenny by the Sky (Agatha Christie)
Subject: Lyr Add: Jenny By the Sky|
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 28 Dec 10 - 11:13 PM
Lyr. Add: Jenny By the Sky
Agatha Christie Mallowan
Come down to me, Jenny, come down from the hill
Come down to me here where I wait
Come down to my arms, to my lips, my desire
Come down all my hunger to sate
But Jenny walks lonely, her head in the air,
She walks on the hill top, the wind in her hair,
She will not come down to me, loud though I cry
She walks with the wind, upturned face to the sky...
In the cool of the evening I walked in the glade,
And there I met God... and I was not afraid.
Together we walked in the depths of the wood
And together we looked at the things we had made
Together we looked- and we saw they were good...
God made the World and the stars set on high
The Galaxies rushing, none knows where or why.
God fashioned the Cosmos, the Universe wide,
And the hills and the valleys, the birds in the wood
God made them and loved them, and saw they were good...
And I- have made Jenny! To walk on the hill.
She will not come down to me loud though I cry;
She walks there for ever, her face to the sky,
She will not come down though I call her,
She will not come down to my greed,
She is as I dreamed her ... and made her
Of my loving and longing and need...
With my mind and my heart I made Jenny,
I made her of love and desire.
I made her to walk on the hill top
In loneliness, beauty and fire...
In the cool of the evening I walked in the wood
And God walked beside me...
We both understood.
I have the feeling that this poem resulted from some deeply felt event in Agatha Christie's life.
Agatha Christie Mallowan, 1965, Star Over Bethlehem, Christmas Stories and Poems. Dodd Mead, reprints by Fount.