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Alone for a Week Jane Kenyon | |
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I washed a load of clothes and hung them out to dry. Then I went up to town and busied myself all day. The sleeve of your best shirt rose ceremonious when I drove in; our night- clothes twined and untwined in a little gust of wind. |
For me it was getting late; for you, where you were, not. The harvest moon was full bust sparse clouds made its light not quite reliable. The bed on your side seemed as wide and flat as Kansas; your pillow plump, cool, and allegorical.... |
From Otherwise, Jane Kenyon (Graywolf Press, 1996).
All other content Copyright © 1996, Marc Mosko.
Poem Copyright © 1996, the Estate of Jane Kenyon.