Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

The Suitor


We lie back to back. Curtains
lift and fall,
like the chest of someone sleeping.
Wind moves the leaves of the box elder;
they show their light undersides,
turning all at once
like a school of fish.
Suddenly I understand that I am happy.
For months this feeling
has been coming closer, stopping
for short visits, like a timid suitor.

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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  • Illeana Sousa (2/17/2005 4:22:00 PM)

    I enjoy the expession of watching someone sleep its not something you share with many, and you will forever remember those you cared for so much that even their sleep amazed you. (Report) Reply

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