Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

No Steps - Poem by Jane Kenyon

The young bull dropped his head and stared.
Only a wispy wire—electrified—kept us
apart. That, and two long rows of asparagus.
An ancient apple tree
blossomed prodigally pink and white.

The muddy path sucked at my shoe,
but I reached the granite step, and knocked
at the rickety porch door.
Deep in the house a dog began to bark.
I had prepared my Heart Fund speech,
and the first word—When—was on my tongue.

I heard no steps—only the breeze
riffling the tender poplar leaves,
and a random, meditative moo
behind me. . . . Relieved, I turned back
to the car, passing once more
under the bull's judicial eye. . . .
Everything was intact: the canister,
still far too light and mute,
and metal boutonnières where they began—
in a zip-lock plastic sandwich bag.


Comments about No Steps by Jane Kenyon

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/29/2014 9:02:00 PM)

    Love how all of this particular poet's poems are all filled with such great imagery. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 23, 2014



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