I took the last
dusty piece of china
out of the barrel.
It was your gravy boat,
with a hard, brown
drop of gravy still
on the porcelain lip.
I grieved for you then
as I never had before.
Feelings are what make us human. The poem can be interpreted in more ways than one. A loss remains a loss. It is how it affects us emotionally, is what matters. I am sad for Jane.Kenyon.
with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. -sad, but excellently written.
Touching something that someone you love who has passed away will always bring a flood of memories back..very poignant poem..I'm sorry for your loss.
A sincere and intimate tribute to the memory of the loved one. Thanks for sharing it here.
What Came To Me I took the last dusty piece of china out of the barrel. It was your gravy boat, with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. I grieved for you then as I never had before. - ITALIAN: Che cosa mi è venuto Ho tolto l'ultimo polveroso pezzo di porcellana dalla cassa. Era la tua salsiera, con una goccia, marrone e indurita, di sugo ancora sul beccuccio. Mi sono sentita afflitta per te, al vederla, come mai prima.