“The Pond at Dusk” by Jane Kenyon

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A fly wounds the water but the wound
soon heals. Swallows tilt and twitter
overhead, dropping now and then toward
the outward-radiating evidence of food.
xxxx
The green haze on the trees changes
into leaves, and what looks like smoke
floating over the neighbor’s barn
is only apple blossoms.
xxx
But sometimes what looks like disaster
is disaster: the day comes at last,
and the men struggle with the casket
just clearing the pews.
xxxx

Jane Kenyon, “The Pond at Dusk” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2005 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon.

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One Response to “The Pond at Dusk” by Jane Kenyon

  1. Jerome Bloom says:

    JANE JANE

    YOUR

    WORDSWORK

    HAS MEANING

    FOR ME

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