Final week, after writing about small pleasures, I obtained a textual content from my buddy Alex Ronan. “Got here throughout this Donald Corridor poem final week,” she wrote. Since I do know lots of you like poetry, I assumed I’d share it right here, too.
Summer time Kitchen
by Donald Hall
In June’s excessive gentle she stood on the sink
With a glass of wine,
And listened for the bobolink,
And crushed garlic in late sunshine.
I watched her cooking, from my chair.
She pressed her lips
Collectively, reached for kitchenware,
And tasted sauce from her fingertips.
“It’s prepared now. Come on,” she mentioned.
“You gentle the candle.”
We ate, and talked, and went to mattress,
And slept. It was a miracle.
How stunning is that? What poems do you like? I’d love love love to listen to.
P.S. Extra poetry:
* Kate Baer’s motherhood poetry makes me laugh and cry
* This poem is so romantic
* My grandmother reciting Shakespeare
* This parenting poem took my breath away
* Poetry can change your life, NBD
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