Poetry of
Daisy Elmore Tennant
Daisy Elmore Tennant was not a frivolous poet. She
wrote on themes that plumbed the depths of the human soul. Her
poems touched on life and death and the deeper meanings of
human existence.
Death claimed this outstanding Texas poet shortly after she
was awarded the tenth annual Nortex Press book award at the
annual banquet of the Poetry Society of Texas. While she wrote
two previous books, Shifting Sands and Miss Fitts and Miss
Cellany, Now the Trumpet became her memorial.
When Autumn Rain
When autumn rain lines up the aged years
And couples them with worn old loves turned grey,
For one enchanting while there reappears
A flicker of their charms that distant day;
Then I can smell the wounded, bleeding grass,
And ear the thunder of a love-fraught sigh;
I feel the warmth from glances as they pass,
And I can see the flame burn out and die.
I reach for one and hope to separate
It from the aging ear that woos it now,
But then I know here is its perfect mate,
And as a leaf must cling fast to its bough
In order to survive, their only chance
Is in their marriage bed of circumstance.
II
The rain left mirror pools along the walks
With sunset-painted clouds reflected there
To mimic that grey tiger-day that stalks
Its prey and drags it off into its lair.
The rain tapped out a dirge of love to me;
I listened while the uninvited tears
Washed deeper furrows of eternity
And left uncovered all my store of years.
What incident, somewhere in time and place,
Twines strangling fingers that will not relent;
With plum in spring, a quivered sigh, a face,
Or just a tortured moment, passion bent?
O senile grief, what thing can be so sad
As mourning loss for what you never had.
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