Rethink.

Dark Morning: Snow (from Otherwise) Jane Kenyon It falls on the vole, nosing somewhere through weeds, and on the open eye of the pond. It makes the mail come late. The nuthatch spirals head first down the tree. I’m sleepy and benign in the dark. There’s nothing I want… Comment: A landscape is pictured with …

The Blue Bowl (from poetry 180) Jane Kenyon Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and gravel back into the hole. They fell with a hiss and thud on his side, on his long red fur, the white feathers between his toes, and his long, not to say aquiline, …

Thank you to Lisa Mahaffey & Nancy Devine Otherwise (from Poetry 180) 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 …