A Few Old Things by David Kirby

 A Few Old Things by David Kirby Rilke said he wanted a room “with a few old things and a window opening onto great trees,” which makes me think of my favorite rooms and their furnishings, an obvious choice being this brightly-lit bedroom, newspapers and coffee cups on the floor, bedclothes scattered everywhere, perfumed […]

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The Second Music by Annie Lighthart

The Second Music by Annie Lighthart Now I understand that there are two melodies playing, one below the other, one easier to hear, the other lower, steady, perhaps more faithful for being less heard yet always present. When all other things seem lively and real, this one fades. Yet the notes of it touch as […]

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Otherwise by Jane Kenyon

Otherwise Jane Kenyon I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. […]

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The Visit by Jane Kenyon

The Visit by Jane Kenyon The talkative guest has gone, and we sit in the yard saying nothing. The slender moon comes over the peak of the barn. The air is damp, and dense with the scent of honeysuckle. . . . The last clever story has been told and answered with laughter. With my […]

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