Jane Kenyon

  • Jane Kenyon

The Sunday Poem : Jane Kenyon

By |03.18.12|

 

 

 

 
After an Illness, Walking the Dog

 

Wet things smell stronger,
and I suppose his main regret is that
he can sniff just one at a time.
In a frenzy of delight
he runs way up the sandy […]

  • Donald Hall

The Sunday Poem: Donald Hall

By |01.21.12|

 

 

 

The Coffee Cup

The newspaper, the coffee cup, the dog’s
   impatience for his morning walk:
These fibers braid the ordinary mystery.
   After the marriage of lovers
the children came, and the schoolbus
   that stopped to pick up the children,