Explore the ways in which Jennings uses words and images to make In Praise of Creation such a fascinating poem. In Praise of Creation That one bird, one star, The one flash of the tiger's eye Purely assert what they are, Without ceremony testify. Testify to order, to rule– How the birds mate at one time only, How the sky is, for a certain time, full Of birds, the moon sometimes cut thinly. And the tiger trapped in the cage of his skin, Watchful over creation, rests For the blood to pound, the drums to begin, Till the tigress' shadow casts A darkness over him, a passion, a scent, The world goes turning, turning, the season Sieves earth to its one sure element And the blood beats beyond reason. Then quiet, and birds folding their wings, The new moon waiting for years to be stared at here, The season sinks to satisfied things– Man with his mind ajar. (Elizabeth Jennings)