Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

February: Thinking Of Flowers - Poem by Jane Kenyon

Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white--the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.

A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .

Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.


Comments about February: Thinking Of Flowers by Jane Kenyon

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/15/2015 9:55:00 AM)


    Then think of the tall delphinium,
    swaying, or the bee when it comes
    to the tongue of the burgundy lily.

    - ITALIAN:

    Penso allora al lungo Delphinium,
    ondeggiante, o all'ape che si posa
    sulla lingua del Giglio di Borgogna.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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