11 FEBRUARY 1966, Page 21

Two Poems

By ELIZABETH JENNINGS

Thinking of Love

That desire is quite over Or seems so as I lie Using the sky as cover And thinking of deep Dreams unknown to a lover.

Being alone is now Far from loneliness; I can stretch and allow Legs, arms, hands Their complete freedom: There is no one to please.

But soon it comes—

Not simply the ache Of a particular need,

But also the general hunger, As if the flesh were a house With too many empty rooms.