Biography of Margery Rehman
Originally from Scotland, I came to Pakistan many years ago. I read History at university but my profession was in communications.
I am most moved by the poetry of Rilke and Yeats, I am enamoured of the style and clarity of Auden, and the elegance of Eliot and Verlaine as well as appreciating the immediacy and passion of more contempory poets.
Margery Rehman Poems
Chiara Sophia comes through the door Does a cartwheel on the floor Over and over, upside down And downside up she turns around,
By The River In Summer Long Ago.
Hot, long lazy days Sun dazed dragonflies skimming Light filters through leaves We swim among the lilies
How Many Miles To Babylon.
(The real nursery rhyme goes; How many miles to Babylon? Three score and ten. Can I get there by candlelight?
Restless, pacing panther-like, I prowl the palace Preparing for the gods to punish me, As is my fate.
Evening Tea-Dance By The Seine.
Pretty demoiselles In flowered summer dress Adventurous young men Shyly forward press
Like brilliant diamonds in the skies Is the sparkle in Naomi's eyes Gleaming from beneath straight brows In a sculptured classic face that tries
By day the sunlight on you makes a diamond wand a glittering finger pointing upwards in the sky reflecting an almost unbearable light
Carnival Evening (Painting By Henri 'Dua...
A sense of peace and balance. A pattern with a darkening sky. Three disconnected clouds fly by As if forgotten
Sunset In Muscat.
The sun begins to set behind Burnt umber hills, Singeing them with fiery red, And spreads its light
Good Poetry; To A Friend Who Has Views O...
My thanks for being critical To pointing out how factual Too biographically actual Too formal, too literal
Pilgrimage To Flanders Field-10th Novemb...
Crying out through the years, The echoes of the dead seem to resound As we trudge through that muddy, wintry ground. Cold, rain -sodden, hungry, silent,
Paul Tortelier In Recital.
He had magic in his hands For, as he played, He transported us to heights Way above the stars.
Homage To Fluff-A Hopefully Humorous Poe...
No one could fathom the reason My grandmother's cat was called Fluff For this was a short haired moggy, A close-cropped, crew-cut scruff.
Flashes Of Childhood 4; The Village, Lon...
Upon a hill, the manse dominated the landscape. The largest house for many miles; double storeyed. Ten rooms with outhouses, solid dark stone, My mother's childhood home.
Restless, pacing panther-like,
I prowl the palace
Preparing for the gods to punish me,
As is my fate.
A fate I fear not.
For I, Clytemnestra, Queen of Mycenae,
Daughter of Sparta and of Leda,
Have avenged my daughter's death!