Poems of Jane Kenyon
|21.||Taking Down The Tree||4/21/2010|
|23.||The Blue Bowl||1/13/2003|
|25.||The Pond At Dusk||4/21/2010|
|28.||Thinking Of Madame Bovary||5/23/2014|
|29.||Three Songs At The End Of Summer||4/21/2010|
|30.||Twilight: After Haying||1/20/2003|
There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion