[un...] Posted March 20, 2019 Share Posted March 20, 2019 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. - Jane Kenyon (1947-1995) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[mo...] Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 I love this poem, thank you for sharing unladen soul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[un...] Posted March 25, 2019 Author Share Posted March 25, 2019 I love this poem, thank you for sharing unladen soul You are welcome mon pilote. Jane Kenyon is one of my favorite poets. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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