The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
--Rafael Campo
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Sunday, August 15, 2010
Finding A Long Gray Hair
By Jane Kenyon
I scrub the long floorboards
in the kitchen, repeating
the motions of other women
who have lived in this house.
And when I find a long gray hair
floating in the pail,
I feel my life added to theirs.
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