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.
posted by - Christine at 6:48 AM
3 Comments:
Today—the 23rd—is Jane Kenyon's birthday. Did you know that, or is this coincidence?
Oooh I got chills reading your comment. (and I am not easily chilled!)
It was a total coincidence. Or was it?
;-)
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
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