At the Feeder
Now the Bluejay comes in
for a landing, like a SAC bomber
after a day of patrolling the ozone,
Jane Kenyon
Poetry
The Clothes Pin
How much better it is
to carry wood to the fire
than to moan about your life.
My Mother
She looks pretty. She always dresses up when she goes downtown.
The First Eight Day of The Beard
7. Centipedes resting on their laurels.
At a Motel Near O’Hare Airport
I sit by the window all morning
watching the planes make final approaches.
Each of them gathers and steadies itself
Daily
At a Motel Near O’Hare Airport
Jane Kenyon’s poem “At a Motel Near O’Hare Airport” appeared in our Winter 1975 issue. I sit by the window all morning
watching the planes make final approaches.
Each of them gathers and steadies itself
like a horse clearing a jump.I look up to see them…