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Alone for a Week

I washed a load of clothes
and hung them out to dry.
Then I went up to town
and busied myself all day.
The sleeve of your best shirt
rose ceremonious
when I drove in; our night-
clothes twined and untwined in
a little gust of wind.

For me it was getting late;
for you, where you were, not.
The harvest moon was full
but sparse clouds made its light
not quite reliable.
The bed on your side seemed
as wide and flat as Kansas;
your pillow plump, cool,
and allegorical. . . .

Credit


Jane Kenyon, "Alone for a Week" from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2005 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon. Reprinted with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of Graywolf Press, graywolfpress.org.

Author


Jane Kenyon

Jane Kenyon was born on May 23, 1947, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She is the author of four books of poetry, including Constance (Graywolf Press, 1993). The recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, Kenyon died on April 22, 1995.

Date Published: 2005-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/alone-week