Three Songs At The End Of Summer (Jane Kenyon Poems)
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
Her sickness brought me to Connecticut.Mornings I walk the dog: that part of lifeis intact. Who's painted, who's insulatedor put ...
A fly wounds the water but the woundsoon heals. Swallows tilt and twitteroverhead, dropping now and then towardthe outward-radiating evidence ...
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