Apr 05 2009
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April 5, 2009: In the Nursing Home, Jane Kenyon
In the Nursing Home
Jane Kenyon
She is like a horse grazing
a hill pasture that someone makes
smaller by coming every night
to pull the fences in and in.
She has stopped running wide loops,
stopped even the tight circles.
She drops her head to feed; grass
is dust, and the creekbed’s dry.
Master, come with your light
halter. Come and bring her in.
A year ago today: To the Couple Lingering on the Doorstep, Deborah Landau
Two years ago: White Apples, Donald Hall
Three years ago: Late Confession, Gary Soto
Four years ago: Steps, Frank O’Hara
