Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Jean Valentine


Jean Valentine black and white portrait


Elegy For Jane Kenyon

Jane is big
with death, Don
sad and kind - Jane
though she's dying
is full of mind
We talk about the table
the little walnut one
how it's like
Emily Dickinson's
But Don says No
Dickinson's
was made of iron. No
said Jane
Of flesh.
--Jean Valentine

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