Tuesday, May 23, 2006

129/365 Donald

With poetry so exquisite you almost overlook loss is Donald’s recurring theme and glimpse his beloved wife mopping a poem off the floor or napping in a painted bed. You see her - his words build bridges for her to return. You see her alive.

4 Comments:

Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Today—the 23rd—is Jane Kenyon's birthday. Did you know that, or is this coincidence?

7:00 AM  
Blogger - Fat Red Ant said...

Oooh I got chills reading your comment. (and I am not easily chilled!)

It was a total coincidence. Or was it?

;-)

7:07 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

This is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. If you publish a book of poetry, I'll be first in line to buy it.

11:14 PM  
Blogger brain bubbles said...

this was painfully exquisite ... in that way that makes you want more, (and even when you simultaneously know that more will never be enough)

hauntingly pefect

perfect

12:03 AM  

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