The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
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Monday, August 31, 2009
What Came to Me
By Jane Kenyon
I took the last dusty piece of china out of the barrel. It was your gravy boat, with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. I grieved for you then as I never had before.
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