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ABOUT A LETTER 

I was cleaning and re-arranging my
Precious book-shelves,
A lot came down, a lot went back after dusting
Off, much of such
Dust, but one blue heavy book caught my attention,
I am not of those who often delves,
But this one tickled my fancy, maybe a connection,
I noticed something, I should have before, that was so
Visible, between the stained brown pages, still ageing,
So took the book down from
The busy and much-loved bookcase,
As I did so, some dust or, famous poets ashes,
Fell down upon my face.	
All poets enter and exit a fantasy world,
Perhaps Keats who knew Poet Leigh Hunt, together
Their ghostly remains now ashes, found a place, warm and
Welcome where they would be respected and remain
For eternity, my bookcase,
They left the cold haunted cemetery far behind.
Don’t be disturbed, the answer lies just a little ahead,
Today I got out the right side of the bed.
I opened the book, inside was a short letter 
To me written on a flimsy, creased piece of paper, 
From my Grandfather, dated December 1968
He had placed it between the pages of poems written
By a famous poet – James Henry Leigh Hunt –1784-1859.
Excitement gripped me, my curiosity had got the better
Of me.
My maiden name is Hunt, my dad was 
From Yorkshire in England, and the poet, from 
Middlesex, England.
James Henry Leigh Hunt died on the 28th August 1859.
My birthday is on the 28th August, what a coincidence,
I’d like to think I’m related to him,
But the chances I’m afraid, are rather slim.
A second surprise I discovered when reading 
Leigh’s poems,
Perhaps I should contact Ghostbusters
Or people who are poem hunters,
Who could trace Leigh Hunt ‘s ghost, and ask him
Directly, are Jenny and you related,
For he unknowingly I would like to think,
Wrote me a poem, though he knew nought of me,
Found in the Oxford Book of English Verse -
My copy printed 1966.
It’s title, "Jenny kiss’d Me" – were we kin,
For me, that would be a win.
I am in the future and you Leigh Hunt, in the past,
My hope or perhaps doubt, that we are kin,
Will always linger and last.

P.S
My Great grand father translated poems and biblical works from English to Greek, as well as from Turkish to Greek including Leigh Hunt’s work.
Hence my grandfather’s letter to me so very long ago which I only discovered two days ago.
And my grandfather wrote poetry in both English and Greek



 Poem written by Leigh Hunt

Jenny kiss’d Me

Jenny kisse’d 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 miss’d me,
Say I’m getting old, but add,
Jenny kiss’d me.
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