John Le Gay Brereton

Here you will find the Poem Open Speech of poet John Le Gay Brereton

Open Speech

Good friend of mine, you feel with me?
Your blood grows hot by sympathy
With something that I say or do;
Then speak?I want a word from you.

Let not the silence wrap you round
While you are living over-ground.
They say that earthly years are few;
Then speak?I want a word from you.

Perhaps I pass you in the street,
And when our eyes a moment meet,
I wonder are you wishing too;
Then speak?I want a word from you.

Are you, too, longing for a sign,
Yet fear to stretch a hand for mine?
What other am I writing to?
Then speak?I want a word from you.

Some way our thoughts together run,
Since both lift brow toward the sun
Beneath the self-same vault of blue;
Then speak?I want a word from you.