February: Thinking of Flowers Jane Kenyon Now wind torments the field, turning the white surface back on itself, back and back on itself, like an animal licking a wound. Nothing but white—the air, the light; only one brown milkweed pod bobbing in the gully, smallest brown boat on the immense tide. A single green sprouting … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/10/2016 – smallest brown boat on the immense tide
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Praying with Fringes 10/06/2015 – I am the one whose love overcomes you
Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks Jane Kenyon I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . . When the young girl who starves sits down to a table she will sit beside me. . . … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 10/06/2015 – I am the one whose love overcomes you
Praying with Fringes 9/17/2015 – all morning I did the work I love
Otherwise 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 work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 9/17/2015 – all morning I did the work I love
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 