Thank you for publishing poems of Elizabeth Daryush. I found one of her poems by chance in our copy of The Oxford Book of CHRISTIAN VERSE. The title of the poem is 'How on solemn fields of space...'
It's a fine poem, once I scramble the words around to see them from the beginning. I think the scrambling helps get the meaning of the poem. Atter the scrambling, though, I replace them to where I found them. Undisturbed, I hope.
Best regards, Maggie Hurll
After Bank Holiday
Now deserted are the roads Where awhile the lovers went; Vacant are the field-abodes Where a vivid hour they spent: Solemn dark Broods again in lane and park.
'Tis no matter where are gone Those warm lives---to halls, maybe,