June 12, 2018

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Alone for a Week |By Jane Kenyon

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. . . .


දිනමිණ වසත් සුළඟ- 12.06.18

2 comments:

  1. ඉතාමත් සිත් කා වදින කවි සංකල්පනාවකි. නියම අර්ථය තේරුම් ගත්තේ කිහිප වරක් කිය වීමෙන් පසුවයි. පරිවර්තනය ඉතා අගෙයි.

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  2. ලස්සනයි

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