‘Jenny kissed me’ by Leigh Hunt

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.

That Sylvia Plath blog was pretty heavy yesterday so I thought I’d go with something shorter, lighter and happier for today!
I first read this poem in my Oxford Book of English Verse, which my grandparents gave me for my 21st birthday. It struck me as so sweet and romantic and I love its simplicity. I think most of us do value love above all else and this communicates that fact in such a lovely way. But there’s no point saying anything more; this poem speaks for itself.

Reviewed by Emily Ardagh