Jane Kenyon B. 5.23.47 Ann Arbor, Michigan / D. 4.22.95 Eagle Pond, New Hampshire Leukemia
I thought that you would bury me. Sometimes I took your dry light leanness from below, to feel how time and I would cushion it in your weeping. All my grizzle sediment and guts the sod above me proffered seeds and clover flowers to your curls.